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No-necked Monster


One of my father's affectionate nicknames for my siblings and me was "no-necked monsters." I was reading in bed the other night, when Katie walked by me and burst out laughing. Katie got me an appropriately named husband pillow for my comfort while reading in bed (though to this day, I don't understand why it needed to be pink). When I read in bed, I start sitting up straight, but eventually I slide down. During the sliding process, though, my shirt stays put, turning me once again into a no-necked monster.

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  1. MT12:25 PM

    Are you going for a record number of posts in January?? I am very impressed by the frequency of updates!

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  2. J. Michael Andresen12:31 PM

    Yes, I'm trying to segue from three posts a week to four or five. I keep playing with the idea of trying to launch a mainstream blog (where my readership is large enough that I haven't met most of them). I figure this is good practice.

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  3. J-W Maessen1:54 PM

    You totally look like you've been photoshopped in.

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  4. Ana8:49 PM

    I like that you also have pink stripes on your sheets.

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  5. jackflak11:06 AM

    It does look like your head has been photoshopped on.

    http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:AVSBaxshMk-oUM:http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/208*182

    It makes me think of Dennys Reyes. Even live, he looks like his head is photoshopped on. I remember one night last summer, Abby says to me, "Who are the Twins bringing in for Perkins? I hope it's 'photoshophead.' "Yup, he always strikes people out," I replied. And so it was. Photoshop head.

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  6. J. Michael Andresen1:37 PM

    Photoshophead. Heh. And your photo of Reyes made me think of El Guapo, who started his career with the Twins and ended with my favorite Red Sox. Talk about no neck! http://nationalsreview.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/garces2.jpg

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  7. Anonymous6:05 PM

    Are you reading a bridge playbook? What is that thing, WHAT?!!

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