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I swung right, heading south, marveling at the darkness as the fog gobbled the neighborhood in front of me. The cars slid past, pointing their trumpet bells of light up and out, lighting little except the raindrops splattering their windshields.

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Those of you who have watched Inside the Actor's Studio are familiar with the ten questions that James Lipton asks his guests at the end of each show. Here, I have the luxury of thinking about my answers longer than I would than if I were actually being interviewed, but I suspect the answers aren't much better.

For those of you looking for how this ties in with today's word, might I suggest you look at number seven...

1. What is your favorite word?
   Either discombobulating or rutabaga. 'Discombobulating' because it's funny, 'rutabaga' because it's such a funny memory for me.
2. What is your least favorite word?
   Failure.

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Greetings, new Cat slave!

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Jeff and I sat turned in our seats, angling backward to better hear what Andy was saying. Sometimes the rush of the Metro sucks the words out of the speaker's mouth, pulling them out through the cracks in the side doors before they have a chance to reach your ears. In some areas of the green line, you have to work to catch them before the slight vacuum pulls them past your ears, unheard.

Andy had a good bit of fun at my expense the first time he took me on the metro. Having grown up in an area where the total amount of 'public' didn't exceed three hundred humans, mass transit was something I had only seen in television and movies.

Dear CMS writers:

I think I hate all of you. Including me. Will you take it personally if I take your code and fling it against the nearest wall, screaming and cursing, until your code either a) bleeds or b) apologizes and fixes itself? It would really make me feel better if I could just do that and get it out of my system.

I'm in the middle of working up words and photos from last week's vacation. In the meantime, I'm in the mood for a bit of a word game, if anyone's interested in tossing in a bit of help.

The game du jour: Seven Words. The original idea is to select seven words, though I don't guarantee I'll go to (or stop at) seven. Each individual word will be used as the basis for a piece of writing, with an explanation at the end of how the story was derived from the word.