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First, some business. The next installment of Snowflakes In Autumn will go up next week, broken into two parts and published on Tuesday and Thursday. I’ll probably keep the goal for Chapter Six set at $75, since you guys met that pretty quickly (although much of it was due to a generous donation from a Ms. X in New York, who did wonders to combat the Southern perception of Damn Yankees). We’ll see if we make it to $75 in round...
Read MoreYou might have noticed that Wednesday passed without an entry from Brittany. This was not her fault. I hijacked her space, once again. I really am terrible about this. I bogart her days much too often, and I’d apologize for it, if only I didn’t enjoy hearing myself talk so damned much. Other things happened Wednesday, which were unfortunate but unavoidable. A few minutes before 6:00 p.m. rolled around, I was typing up the day’s essay...
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I do not believe in the tyranny of family. The simple act of sharing some specific genetic data doesn’t endear me to anyone who has my blood, and I don’t feel any more obligated towards a mother or father, brother or sister, cousin, aunt or uncle simply because society tells me that I’m supposed to. Screw society, and screw family! Accidents of blood are no basis for the foundation of lasting commitments, and so I refuse...
Read MoreI planned on using today’s entry to explain why you should care who Harlan Ellison is. However, since Brittany has (accurately) accused me of repeatedly hijacking her days, I think I’ll save your education for tomorrow. It’s probably for the best anyway, because this way I’ll be able to comment on the Dreams With Sharp Teeth DVD that I mentioned yesterday without having to hamburglar her space for today’s...
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As some weird form of sadomasochistic exercise, I sometimes like to debate the various political and financial systems of the world with friends and family. I’m not sure why I do this, beyond the simple need for keeping mentally fit with cognitive gymnastics routines, but I’ve done it for years. For better or worse, I seem to cling to the preposterous notion that there is a better way to do things. There’s always a better...
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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.
