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This weekend, my wife and I went with our son to a local diner as a way to get an early, bacon and waffle fueled kick-start to our family fun Saturday. Things went well throughout almost the entire breakfast, with Trey using words like please and thank you to butter up the waitresses and flirt his way into extra syrup, but as the meal slowed and breakfast came to a close, our happy family fun was interrupted and brought to an egregious halt...
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Today, I write my grand and final opus in my ongoing crusade against the great tyranny of our time. Well, maybe it won’t be quite so grandiose as I want it to be, and it sure as Hell won’t be my final word on the subject, but if I’m lucky, I might just begin to chip away the smallest microscopic grains of sand and dirt and mud that make up my ever-growing monument to despair. And, if I’m really lucky, I might just...
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I know yesterday’s entry was a bit on the depressing side, but it couldn’t be helped. I was tempted to throw in some bits about how much better life gets once you meet a vessel worthy of pouring your love into: one without leaky cracks and suffering from poor craftsmanship. I wanted to talk about how great my life is now with Brittany and Trey, but that sort of talk isn’t helpful to someone who finds him or herself face...
Read MoreBrittany loves zombies, and will feverishly grasp any opportunity to lay waste to their ever-increasing numbers. I don’t know why she loves the things so much, or why she finds such jubilant glee in killing them (again) every chance she gets. I’m not joking, either. If there’s a movie about zombies, she’ll want to watch it and comment about the best way to put the suckers down. If there’s a video game featuring...
Read MoreToday has been a very busy day. I spent the morning running all over Hell’s half-acre like a cooler version of The Flash, getting things done that needed doing. Then, I spent the afternoon doing more things that needed more doing. Now, I’m tired and ready to just turn on some cartoons and get some quality play time in with MonkeyMan, before collapsing in the bed to die (temporarily) until tomorrow morning. Instead, I think...
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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.
