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Pushing into the late evening of this Tuesday night past, the Internet suddenly got a little more stupid. Discouraged by some comments left on a website about his 2010 book purge, Harlan Ellison finally thumbed his nose at the ‘Net and switched off the pops and hisses of his antediluvian dial-up modem for the last time. He’s done with it, with you and with us. He bought the ticket, took the ride and hopped out of the spinning...
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Sorry, gang. I’m upsetting the schedule’s apple cart today, but it can’t be helped. Trey’s last day home has proven very busy, and I’m just not ready for it to end. And, since any time I would otherwise spend sitting at the computer pecking out an essay for your reading pleasure today is time that I wouldn’t be spending with my little boy before he goes away to his dad’s for a month, I’m...
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You may have noticed a conspicuous lack of my ramblings last week. I assure you, I did not die, nor was I horribly maimed in some terrible accident that left me disfigured and without the use of my typing fingers. What did happen, however, was that the devil decided to swing by to do a little cloven hoofed tap dancing on my soul, and it’s taken me awhile to recover. In less dramatic terms, I had a toothache. Well, it started out as a...
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It’s picture pages day here at Coquetting Tarradiddles, and I’ve got a dozen or so wedding photos to share with the quivering horde of my readership. I’ll (try and fail to) go light on the prose and heavy on the visual aids today, so let’s get started. For the less net-savvy amongst you, remember that you can click on any picture for a larger version. The first photo up for viewing was taken after the ceremony,...
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(note: I originally intended this reflection on the Blogosphere to be my 200th post, but I miscounted and overshot the mark, hitting the 201st post by mistake. I am, against all demonstrable evidence to the contrary and with overwhelming improbability, apparently fallible after all. Who knew?!) I am not an Overman, but I play one on the Internet. Well, not really. I do play a character here, as do all of the people in my life, but the...
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Kristian Bland
Writer
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.
