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Super Secret Agent Phone

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

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I volunteer as a tutor at 826 Chicago. It is a pretty wild gig with kids running all over the place all ready to learn whatever I can teach them. The gig is ostensibly a creative writing program, but we work on homework and art and all manner of cool stuff. Lex goes (more than [...]

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Will The Wrestler Lead to Robocop?

Monday, January 5th, 2009

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Lex, Edward and I saw Darren Aronofsky’s “The Wrestler” a few days ago and were each of us stunned by the piece. I could be called an Aronofsky detractor in any other circumstance, his earlier work like fingernails on the chalkboard of my brightest hopes. The Wrestler, however, delivers. It delivers a lot more than [...]

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A Real Conversation for Your Ass

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

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During lunch conversation yesterday I told CLAW about an interesting situation that occurred a few days back while Lex and I were tearing the shit out of the Locust horde in the interest of preparation for GOW2. Somewhere between popping heads and blender-busting boomers we got to talking about Duke Nukem 3D. For a few [...]

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Just Swimmingly

Saturday, August 30th, 2008

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Look, it’s not my place to gloat. Firstly, I don’t have all that much to gloat about and secondly it is wildly against my general disposition in regard to how I present myself. I will admit to being prideful; indeed I will admit to holding my ground when pressed on a subject or activity in [...]

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Embargo Lifted!

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

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Much in the same way a McDonald’s Quarter Pounder with Cheese is made with what is technically an all beef patty but is in actuality some sort of strange beef-ish distortion of man’s idea of what it is to hate, so too is this website technically a blog. One may argue the value of the [...]

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My Hap Hap Happy Life

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

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The Chicago transit system is always packed during my commute. This makes little sense as I don’t commute the same schedule every day and routinely watch trains opposite to my schedule fly by empty as though a great plague has set itself through their hollowed shells. As luck and some level of statistical improbability would [...]

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Coastertoast.com is Alive

Saturday, April 12th, 2008

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You’re out in the wild, doing your thang thang, and you get the approach. Maybe you’re at a bar and you should expect this, or maybe you’re just on the train on the way to work; you get that doe eyed look from someone you’ve never seen before – or perhaps you’ve met him/her only [...]

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Your Childhood Was a Goddamned Lie

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

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Lex and I took in a midnight showing of Transformers: The Movie last Saturday night at the Music Box. It was truly an event beholden of the markedly epic dreams I had as a child of doing things exactly like this when I became an adult. The idea that I’d be in the theater watching [...]

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Bawls, Brawls and Underalls

Monday, March 10th, 2008

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Brawl dropped on Sunday, which is great for me and terrible for anyone not interested in tasting a Falchion face-full of smack-down served by the searing edge of Marth‘s Sword of Light. It’s not that I’m that good at the game; I’m not. It’s more to say that I’ve been given the gift of Smash [...]

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Forward; On to All Things

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

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There are those things that course the ebb and flow of a day that can bring question to one’s direction. Sometimes these things can push a man to crack and to issue forth that essence-of-self that provides strength to his otherwise confused and cautious person. Sometimes these things provide epiphany for his mind, or challenge [...]

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