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What a day

Hi. What a day.

This morning the sun rose up out of the sky obliterating the darkness.

The first thought I had was, “What a good idea!”

Sunrise over the mountains.

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I was thinking of you. And then you came along. Now I can stop thinking of you. Thanks. That really frees me up.

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The long, long road

Young Brooks looks at himself in the mirror.

Occasionally I might write something on here that perhaps has some signs of intelligence. But it took a long road to get to a place of semi-intelligence. I was kind of a dumb kid. For the first two years of my life I thought I had a brother. But I was just talking to the mirror.

We used to have such intense arguments!

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Conversation with God, part 2791

A person walking along the base of the Woverine Glacier.

I walked along the base of the Wolverine Glacier in Alaska with God. I was shivering.

God said, “I don’t understand why you didn’t wear a jacket.”

I said that I thought that being around God would keep me warm.

God sighed, put a conciliatory arm around me, and said, “Is that better?”

Through chattering teeth I said yes. But it wasn’t.

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Helping a tear

Angel having a conversation about its broken wing.

The angel appeared in my office. I asked to what do I owe the honor. (I ask that of all visitors, even the ghost of Stalin.)

The angel said, “I have a torn wing. Can you help?”

I said yes, and got out some scotch tape. I applied it to the tear. The angel tested out the wing by flying around the room.

The angel said, “Thanks, the wing seems to working now.”

I said that was good.

The angel said, “I’d like to pay you.”

I said, “Don’t be ridiculous, it was just some tape.”