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New Orleans. City of southern dreams. The Big Easy. The nightmarish land of loneliness and regret. Take your pick. As you may have noticed, I’ve been absent for the past couple of months. At first, this was due to a lack of interest in the gaming series I was writing, but quickly became about just not having the time to sit down and string a few predicates and participles together. My new job is great, but it’s fairly...
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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,...
Read MoreAccording to the Wedding Day Countdown Clock of my iGoogle homepage, Brittany and I will be tying the knot in exactly 87 days, 5 hours, 46 minutes, and 16 seconds. I’m not sure how it knows the exact time we’re getting married, since we don’t even know yet ourselves – but I dare not question the sacred logic of the Internet. I just trust that it knows what its doing, and try to get on with the business at hand. The...
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On the advice of a friend, I watched “Fireproof” a second time. This time around, I enabled the commentary track and sat back in my big, comfy chair for one hundred and twenty-two minutes of insight into Mike Seaver’s marital wisdom. I came away from it with my perspective slightly changed, and slightly strengthened at the same time. Go figure. The writers do their best to explain that the focus of the movie was on the...
Read MoreI got an early start on the day today, when I awoke with a bang around two o’clock this morning. I tried my best to get back to sleep, tossing and turning under the blankets like some mad Shaker channeling the Holy Spirit, but it was no use. I was wide awake, and something had to be done about it. Only, there was nothing that I could do. As I made my way out of bed, bleary-eyed and groping in the dark for light switches and caffeine,...
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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.
