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Surprise! I’m posting Chapter Four of Snowflakes In Autumn today, ahead of schedule and in its entirety. I’m not doing this to screw with you in some bizarre and cruel eternal modification of the schedule, but because I’m in a rather gloomy place right now and I don’t trust myself to not write anything I won’t regret later. Brittany and I are, once again, experiencing difficulties with Trey’s dad. Since...
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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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Before continuing with the latest installment of Snowflakes In Autumn, I thought I’d take a minute to whine about how miserable it is to know that we’ll soon be without Trey for an enormous swath of time while he’s away for his dad’s summer visitation. It’s not that I don’t think he’ll have a good time at his dad’s or anything; I know he’s going to have fun visiting family in Colorado....
Read MoreEven after trimming my blogging schedule to twice a week, I still don’t seem to have enough hours in the day. There’s the omnipresent wedding and honeymoon planning to be done, along with everyday time sinks like working and writing and sleeping. I’ve always hated sleeping. It just seems like such a wasteful enterprise, lying unconscious for eight to ten hours out of every day. In the past, I rarely slept more than three...
Read MoreI hate Dora The Explorer. I normally stomach Trey’s choice of television programming fairly well, because it’s fun to watch the shows with him sitting beside me in my chair while we both interact with the characters on the screen. Blue’s Clues, for example, is great, sometimes even giving a wink and a nod to the parents in the audience. Dora, on the other hand, is complete and worthless tripe from beginning to end. There...
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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.
