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My Finest Moment of 2012

Posted on December 30, 2012October 12, 2022 by KZ

Just in case you needed a reminder: I’m kind of a sarcastic bastard. So long, 2012. It’s been real.

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More Fun with the Mirror Universe

Posted on July 4, 2012October 12, 2022 by KZ

In my previous post, I introduced you to Mono and Mad Die, my cats’ evil dopplegangers in the Mirror Universe. Much to the chagrin of my typo-inclined girlfriend, Diana, the saga continues.

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Diana Loves Me in the Mirror Universe

Posted on June 21, 2012October 12, 2022 by KZ

On Wednesday afternoon, while I was busy at work, Diana sent me a text message in order to update me on the status of our cats, Momo and Maddie. Words were said, typos resulted, one thing led to another, and by Wednesday evening, Diana learned a valuable lesson about the need to proofread her SMS messages before sending them my way.

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The Answer (Conversation with God Continued)

Posted on April 20, 2012October 12, 2022 by KZ

KEVIN: God?
GOD: Yes?
KEVIN: What is the meaning of life? I want to know the truth. Please don’t feed me some horseshit answer that will only reinforce my resentment and my disdain. What the hell is the point?

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With Friends Like These…

Posted on March 9, 2012October 12, 2022 by KZ

On Thursday afternoon, my friend, Joie, sent me a text message to ask me how I was faring with my bum leg. I wrote out a transcript of the conversation below. As you will soon discover, both Joie and I are absolute delights. Joie: Hey gimpy. How’s the foot? Hope you’re not in too much…

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All Work and No Paintball Makes KZ Insufferable

Posted on September 28, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

Like I said in my previous post, I injured my hamstring while playing paintball recently, and now I’m stuck with a bum leg and a wicked limp for the next month and a half. Tonight while sorting my laundry, I pulled my paintball jersey out of the pile of clean clothing, and I put it…

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Feminism vs. Femininity

Posted on July 6, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

Remember how I was telling you before about the merits of daydreaming during a boring conversation with your girlfriend? Today was one of those days when I had no choice but to space out during one of Diana’s endless rants about the hot summer weather. Diana had started off by complaining about the heat, but…

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Bearing Witness (Conversation with God Continued)

Posted on May 17, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

KEVIN: All I’m saying is, miracles aren’t as spectacular as they used to be. Back then, virgins and sterile old women got pregnant; an entire sea split apart so that the Israelites could escape the Egyptians; and hell, dead people were even resurrected. That all supposedly happened over two thousand years ago. And, I might add, the only ones who were around to witness these events were the kind of people who stoned adulterers to death. Are you telling me those ignorant antiques made reliable witnesses to biblical miracles?

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“Abbott & Costello” Ain’t Got Nothing on “Dawn & KZ”

Posted on October 8, 2010February 23, 2022 by KZ

This is how the conversation went, to the best of my recollection. This is probably the last time that Dawn will ask me to do her a favor. Dawn: Can you remind me to take my sewing machine home when we come back to your place tonight? Kevin: Hey Dawn, don’t forget to take your…

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Pettiness Is an Art Form

Posted on April 30, 2010February 25, 2022 by KZ

Edric had some choice words to say about my previous blog entry. Little did he know that he was making the wrong choice when he decided to raise up on KZ without provocation. Edric: that was disappointing. too much hype, not enough substance. i was expecting something funnier. Kevin: i was expecting you to be…

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Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway. Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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