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Breaking the silence

Posted on March 11, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Check out my blog. You’ll notice that I haven’t been writing in it nearly as frequently as I used to. Sure, Final Fantasy XI has played a significant role on that front, but it’s not the entire reason. And contrary to popular belief, it’s not as if I have nothing left to say, because I…

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Fixing a Faux Pas

Posted on October 25, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: boo Vanna: *half-hearted shriek* Vanna: too tired… ^_^; Kevin: i wanted to thank you for being responsible for the 1000th SantaBearCam visit Kevin: you are the winner! Kevin: ::fanfare:: Kevin: ::balloons:: Kevin: ::confetti:: Vanna: am i?!? Vanna: *gasp* WAHOO!!! Vanna: *rolls around in confetti* YIPPEE! Vanna: what glorious fun! Kevin: lol Vanna: ha ha…

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525,600 Minutes

Posted on April 6, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ
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To Those Who Have Found My Blog Through Yahoo and Google:

Posted on April 4, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

I’m sorry that I muddled up your search and diverted your attention from what you were originally looking for. I have no pictures of Rocky J. Squirrel, no gray comforters for sale, nor even pictures of Pamela Anderson or Dr. Aki Ross in a bikini. I only wish I could offer you a “‘go screw…

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Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat. He had gathered and stacked all manner of foibles, devices, playthings of his egotism and now, between all the silly corridors of books, the toys of his life swayed.~Ray BradburySource: Something Wicked This Way Comes
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