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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

20/20 and other hindsights

I'm in the market for a sixty second delay device. You know ... the kind radio stations use to keep potty-mouthed callers off the air during phone-in shows. Of course, on radio it's only a five second delay. Those producers are really on the ball. My brain on the other hand ... not so much.

Here's the thing. Last night —a record-breakingly HOT night at 108 degrees— I met up with a friend at a local coffee bar for some cool refreshment and catch-up chat. We laughed. We smiled. We relaxed. And then...

I blurted.


Luckily, my friend has known me long enough to understand I only blurt the ones I love. But I'm left wondering... is a sixty second delay long enough? Brain needs to (1) engage, (2) register horror over impending foot-in-mouth, (3) execute diversionary tactics —"Ooh! Look! Shiny thing!"

Hmm. Better set it for ninety.

Sorry, friend. [hug] Y'know...I probably should have titled this post, I blurt, therefore I am. ;-)


At 8:38 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

you blurted?
you've done worse
as have I
many times
one assumes you mean the comment about you-know-who
no big deal

At 9:02 pm, Blogger Ostara said...


We have done worse, haven't we?!


At 9:23 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ya huh
and will again
it is inevitable


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