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It’s Tuesday, which means Coquetting Tarradiddles is back to its regular posting schedule. I apologize for all the confusion while I got my feet wet with my first experiment in the serialization of my novel, Snowflakes In Autumn, but things should go smoother from here on in. I’m wrestling a bit with the Donate / Contribute / Whatever button right now as I try and persuade the demons chained to the walls of the PayPal basement...
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Hello, kiddies. This is my first essay since I started posting Snowflakes In Autumn, so I probably have a lot to say. However, I’m going to keep things relatively brief today before we move on to the last two installments of Chapter Two later in the week. My days of late have been filled mostly with work, writing and party planning for Trey’s 4th birthday extravaganza. Due to his unwavering adoration of all things Super Mario,...
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After having experienced life with a toddler for going on two years now, it’s difficult to remember exactly what my life was like before Trey came toddling into it. It was more serene, I suppose – but only in the sense that it was more boring. It’s not as if during the BT days (Before Trey), I oft sat in solitary seclusion, reflecting upon life’s mysteries from the banks of a quiescent lake with water of such...
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Yesterday marked the beginning of my thirty-fifth year on this good, green Earth, yet I don’t really feel all that much older. I definitely don’t feel any wiser, which is no great shock considering that I’m already the Smartest Man Alive and have been for quite some time. No, if anything, all I feel is a little bit more tired and slightly more rundown, with just a hint of smug satisfaction that comes from having been...
Read MoreI hate casinos. I hate them as much as Indiana Jones hates snakes, and even more than liberals and conservatives hate critical thinking. Sadly, I can’t ever quite explain to people the severity of this strange loathing I have for the wretched places, simply because the types of words I need for such a daunting task are not yet invented. Perhaps sometime in the distant future, some misbegotten youth will enthusiastically coin new and...
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Kristian Bland
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Occasional Geek
I'm a former Webmaster turned Journalist turned Systems Administrator. I once thought I could recreate Spider-Man's web fluid, but only ended up staining the driveway of my friend's parents when some of it spilled out and went runny. Eventually, I became a caustic tech geek, which I'm pretty sure inspired the character of Dr. Gregory House, although the bastards never credited me. Later in life, I'd go on to have a horrific experience in publishing that I don't talk about, except to talk about how I don't talk about it. Later still, I became a web editor and columnist for a Hearst newspaper, where I excelled at being Me until my entire department was unceremoniously laid off. After that, I spent about six months being pretty busy not being busy. It sucked. Then, after missing the light of my radiant glory casting its warmth upon the newsroom for long enough, the paper called me up and asked me back. So I went back. And then I left again. And here we are.
