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Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
psycho!! Norman Bates one of my all time favs.

"mother" "mother"
1:06 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
I don't have to. I remember it all. Eeee eee eee. (I'll look later.)
1:44 PM
Scout said…
Both of you, you're imagery makes me shiver--Norman calling for his "Mother" and the screeching violins--ewww
1:49 PM
Taihae said…
how on earth do you post videos?? ive been trying to do that for weeks!
2:34 PM
Scout said…
Taihae, I'm afraid I can't be much help there. I can copy the html from youtube that is in the embed box, though. So I suppose if you put your videos there, and then you could post it that way.
2:42 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
That works.
3:04 PM
Anonymous said…
hey rob....was up and just lookin through your blog...gosh ur busy. i could never keep a daily diary as u are. looks great tho...very professional. talk to you soon.
steve
11:13 PM
Scout said…
Hey Steve. You left a note! I guess it's no different than the way I cram everything into my pockets--just like to keep all my thoughts in one spot. Sometimes they're like crumbled up old receipts, and sometimes they're like a wad of ones with an old mint stuck in the middle.
6:52 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
You forgot the lint. Don't forget the lint.
7:36 AM
dive said…
Mmm … lint … When you're stuck on the train and there's nothing left to eat …
7:48 AM
Scout said…
The lint thing is very funny. We missed you, Dive.
7:58 AM
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