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Proof That I Grew Up in the ’80s

Proof That I Grew Up in the ’80s

I acquired a new skill this year. I learned how to solve Rubik’s Cube. The first time I did it in front of H.E., he thought I was a genius and said, staring pointedly at my little Sudoku machine, “Oh, great. Yet another thing you can get obsessive about.” He was impressed though, and actually, so was I. As a kid growing up in the ’80s, I used to have a Rubik’s Cube, but I was never able to solve…

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Don’t Say “Fuck” in Front of the K – I – D – S

Don’t Say “Fuck” in Front of the K – I – D – S

I’ve developed a rather nasty habit of cursing after a sneeze. I’m not sure when I started doing it, but when in public I’ve had to make a real effort to keep my mouth shut after violently expelling the air from my sinuses. Otherwise, people hear: Ah, CHOO-fuck! I can only guess that it’s because the sneezes take me so by surprise and with such a heaving force that I’m like a pilot in a plane about to crash—usually the…

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Old School Versus All That New Fangled Stuff

Old School Versus All That New Fangled Stuff

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. I’m talking about breaking the rules, the norm, the convention of pretty much anything. If they’re broken with a lot of savvy, yeah, it could lead to a whole new level of craft, but more often than not, the people breaking the rules are just plain ignorant or simply full of themselves. Case in point: MSNBC. They started doing this new-fangled thing, I guess to “up” their coolness factor, and it involved…

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Elephant Man and the Zombie Tootbrush

Elephant Man and the Zombie Tootbrush

I hadn’t meant to let the blog drop again. Another one of my resolutions this year was to maintain this blog a little more regularly. First failure of the year! I’m a little bit behind on the daily doodles as well, but I refuse to acknowledge it; the month isn’t over yet, so I’ve plenty of time to increase my daily average. But I’ve dropped the ball only because I’ve been busy helping H.E. keep his own resolutions. He wanted…

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For Love and Apathy of the Sport

For Love and Apathy of the Sport

Yet another reason why H.E. and I are so well suited. We are not into sports, he and I, but we can root for a winning team, just like anybody else. He was an audio/video geek in high school, a cameraman who would film the practiced plays and the games for the football coach. He got a varsity letter for it and could have posed with the football team for the yearbook if he wanted to, but he didn’t. At…

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