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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 have [...]

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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 the [...]

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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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Breathe in. Then out.

Monday, October 22nd, 2007

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October has feigned her fangs and bitten only slightly this year. I am greedy with my desire of her and she seems content to starve me of her breezes and scented caress; the subtle touch of which has wrought the core of me into an unprintable fancy.
So desirous of her crinkled whispers and ardent mystery [...]

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