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Archive for the 'Blue Straw' Category

(Note: This is the sixth in a series of posts about the first meeting of three online friends.)

Did I forget to mention that Moonshot and Norah left Saturday morning, so we guys were on our own? Wouldn’t it be funny if we took advantage of that to use the cups as props in public [...]

(Note: All of you reading “Bernie,” please go on over to my story blog for Part Two.)
For something a little less serious than my current work of fiction, I present today the next chapter in the cups’ post-drain life. It wasn’t the second installment I had envisioned, but a viewing will make it clear [...]

Give it just a moment to start playing after you click the “play” button.

This is just the beginning of adventure for these guys.
If the above player either isn’t there or doesn’t work for you, then you may download the video here (I suggest saving it and then playing it):

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Crestfallen

I first saw this late one night, and my brain refused to accept it. I was just driving into work for a planned hardware upgrade, not expecting earth-shattering kabooms. The next morning I captured the image above, where a truck had barely beat me to the first spot at the red light.
It just couldn’t be. [...]

A rival shows its face.

Rescue Attempt

Well, I videotaped it.

Hello, my name is Mark, and I am obsessed with a cup in a street gutter.
To catch up anyone who didn’t see last Friday’s post, the cup with the blue straw has been lodged there since at least as long ago as June 2006. It has survived many hard rains, which led some readers to [...]

I first noticed the cup on the right back in June, 2006. It didn’t surprise me that it could hang on during one of the worse droughts north Texas has seen in decades. Since then, however, we’ve seen many heavy rains of significant duration. Gulley-washers, even. No, better make that toad-stranglers.
I’m reminded of a line [...]