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Reality is a concept. We are all the centres of our own universes; the trouble comes when someone else wants to be the centre of yours without consulting you.

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  1. about 7 hours ago on That is Priceless

    The family waits for the poisoned tea to work.

  2. about 7 hours ago on Buni

    That comes of being dug out of the sand by archaeologists who haven’t had a bath in a month.

  3. about 7 hours ago on Peanuts

    Peppermint Patty has to discover padding. I just read a book by an English professor that was about 50 pages of information with 150 pages of padding.

  4. 1 day ago on Peanuts Begins

    I remember when that kind of fan was all we had to get cool by. Lying in front of it on the floor, panting. Mom always put it on the floor, angled up, because she said the air at floor level is cooler, and she meant to stir it around. By the time I moved to S. Europe, Mom had AC. The city I moved to did not, except in large chain stores. We also have summer temperatures around 45ºC. Home AC units only became the norm in the past 10 years or so, where I live.

  5. 1 day ago on Connie to the Wonnie

    Yes, they are. The people who irritate you generate some of your best art, Connie.

    In my case, they make me examine my life to make sure I’m not doing the same thing to others. Even them.

  6. 1 day ago on Buni

    He was sent by his Mummy to get cleaned up!

  7. 2 days ago on Peanuts

    Do you feel empowered by asking that question?

  8. 2 days ago on Peanuts

    I hear you. After a year or two of therapy I was catching onto the message: “You’ll never really be able to do this by yourself, but don’t worry, we’re here for you.” As long as you keep paying, we’ll keep you depending on us. Kind of like if you break your leg, they put you in a support group for broken-leggers, teach you to live with the limitations of a broken leg—but nobody ever makes with the splints and plaster!

  9. 2 days ago on Peanuts Begins

    Reminded of Bill Cosby’s old album from the early 60s about how the parents got some playground equipment for the vacant lot…“They were always trying to bump us off!”

  10. 2 days ago on Peanuts Begins

    So true! My dad got us a small one (two swings, some bars, and the rings) and buried the posts about two feet deep to keep it steady.