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Gash Wednesday, The Blog of Andrea Rothe
#1
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1692/...DNESDAY-1.html

Get ready for retardation.
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#2
Very agreeable first topic - and the title guarantees I shall read future entries.
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#3
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1729/...DNESDAY-2.html
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#4
I continue to stare at that photo.
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#5
As sure as I am of anything, I'm sure that's a woman popping Andrea's tires. And it's not because of the dog. I'm in the criminal's mind like in Manhunter. It's a gift and a curse!
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#6
Someone used to do that to me. I just got bigger tires with more layers. Problem was solved.
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#7
I think the only logical alternative is to give up on your car and take to getting around on a dog sled. A nice pack of 12 angry as fuck huskies should calm things down in the neighbourhood (screw you red squiggly line, that's how the word is spelled) Also reduced carbon footprint, very trendy.
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#8
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Also reduced carbon footprint, very trendy.

My dog's farts can melt glass. Although dog fart mileage may vary, this may not be accurate.
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#9
These dogs were going to fart whether they guide Andrea's sleigh tonight, or not.
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#10
If she sells the car, so would the car. It would work out for the positive if she junked it.
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#11
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1774/...DNESDAY-3.html
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#12
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I'm an independent contractor in a cash business

Stripper?

And what happened to your tires?? Find the guy/gal responsible?
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#13
I can neither confirm nor deny. Also, my bush is too big.
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#14
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1793/...DNESDAY-4.html
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#15
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Looking back on a parent's life is bittersweet. You're proud to have known and observed someone so completely. And you see how they've spent their single go-around in life, for better or worse. What's done is done. The way my dad has lived is one of my greatest caveats. He didn't screw up his life. He just hasn't insisted on living it.

And he gave up all the shit you wish for him, for you. You can look at his life and say "why didn't he do this..." or "why did he zig here instead of zagging there?", but the sobering, horrifying answer is - because of YOU.

Probably why I won't have kids.
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#16
Having children isn't an excuse to not live life. You don't lose your ability to make decisions for yourself. Perhaps the decisions are limited, but it's a shitty excuse. My older sister has four under the age of six and a very full life. I won't be anyone's scape goat.

Interesting conclusion you jumped to.
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#17
Don't get defensive. I didn't bring it up. It's valid to at least ponder your role in his life when judging how he chose to live it, no?
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#18
It IS a valid idea. No one is an island unto themselves. Of course I affected his daily life and his life over time. But having kids is not a singular excuse to not explore life. People create scapegoats because of a lack of personal responsibility. Like I said, he made his decisions.

Sorry so snappy. Thanks for reading.
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#19
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1805/...DNESDAY-5.html
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#20
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But at a quiet 20, with a parent whom I had to assume loved me, I endured a meal that was painfully just about the meal.

Do you still assume this or do you know?
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#21
Eh, I've learned that family can basically love you and yet have no idea how to show it. Those are always the most interesting, twisted relationships because you can't choose your family.
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#22
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1823/...DNESDAY-6.html
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#23
That was a really pleasant piece to read. Nicely done!
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#24
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1852/...DNESDAY-7.html
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#25
but, it's friday.
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#26
You don't want to a guy. You spend all your time thinking about beer, steak and naked things. I can't get anything done.
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#27
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You don't want to a guy. You spend all your time thinking about beer, steak and naked things. I can't get anything done.

This is correct. Between this and my crippling alcoholism thanks to beer marketing ads, my life is in shambles.
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#28
Andrea, you're so right. Sometimes talking to other women is terrible, especially when they only talk about how many fat rolls they've got hanging.

And whoever dares to touch my nails gets bitch slapped.
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#29
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1861/...DNESDAY-8.html
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#30
Goddamn!
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#31
http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1895/...DNESDAY-9.html

The latest. Enjoy.
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#32
This one's about a MOVIE! **Gasp!!**

http://chud.com/articles/blogs/1910/...ESSDAY-10.html
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#33
Nicely written. I've heard this sort of thing described with music a lot. It's interesting to consider that kind of connection to a movie- one that goes beyond simple nostalgia, but is still based on projection and memory and personal context.

Appropriately enough, my comparable film would be The Matrix. Naturally, it's about an unremarkable nilla wafer white guy who actually and inexplicably has the ultimate god-like badass inside of him, and who is important in a world of projection.

My relationship with it is a little different than the one you describe, but I know what you mean about the waxing and waning appreciation.
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#34
I enjoyed this blog entry. The Thing is my Pretty Woman.
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#35
Mine would be Star Wars.

I used* to wear a pair of thermal underwear, and pull my socks up over the cuffs to simulate Luke's leg wraps. Then I'd put on a shirt like a gi, and wear a belt over it. Add a broom handle, and I was ready to take on the Empire.

This was before home video though. You had to survive the three year gap between movies looking at pictures in books, and walk to school uphill both ways.

*Who am I kidding? I still do this.
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