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Begone, Ye Scurvy Blahs!

Posted on April 14, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

So you remember that case of the blahs I was telling you about a while ago? I think we can consider that a thing of the past. I just got promoted at work this afternoon, and this weekend, I’m going to Disneyland. Booyah. By the way, if you happen to be a burglar or a…

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The Fuzzy Orange Ass of Infinity

Posted on March 4, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

I guess you could call it a case of the blahs. Or maybe you could call it a crisis of confidence, although I’ve never seemed to suffer from an overabundance of confidence to begin with. Maybe I’ve just lost my mojo like Austin Powers did in that Mike Meyers movie — the name of which…

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The Rules of Love

Posted on February 14, 2011April 23, 2022 by KZ

Thoughts of love are an inevitable thing this time of year for all of those who busy themselves with the February rituals of Valentine’s Day. I don’t mind telling you that I happen to be one of those people. There was a time not long ago when I was alone, and I longed for the day to find somebody to love — a girl whom I could call my own. I found that special somebody nearly seven years ago, and I’ve never let her go since then. What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m also something of a sap if you really want to know the truth.

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“You’re Welcome, Kiddo”

Posted on January 27, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

I was writing up a budget report at work this afternoon when the friendly facilities worker popped her head into my cubicle to ask me if I had any garbage to throw out. I handed her my trash can and thanked her. “You’re welcome, kiddo,” she called over her shoulder as she moved on to…

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Humbug to Those Yuletide Lies

Posted on December 24, 2010November 15, 2022 by KZ

Christmas has meant many different things to me over the years as my beliefs and worldview have changed. Yet there has been one constant which has always stayed with me ever since the age of nine: My contempt for Santa Claus. If I were a comic book super villain, my origin story would probably begin…

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The B-Day Supreme

Posted on December 11, 2010October 11, 2022 by KZ

Friday the 10th was Joie’s birthday. She asked all of her friends not to buy any gifts for her this year. She did, however, encourage us to put forth some creative effort and to make something for her if we truly felt compelled to give her a present. On Friday night, two hours before I…

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Inside Thoughts

Posted on December 7, 2010October 11, 2022 by KZ

Raise your hand high if you’re like me, and you suffer from an excess of irrepressible “inside thoughts”. I’m not talking about your usual stream of consciousness, the standard train of thought that never seems to disembark. Thinking is what the brain does, and it is either unable or unwilling to cease its idle thinking…

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KZ Gets Physical

Posted on November 29, 2010October 11, 2022 by KZ

I caught a terrible cold over the Thanksgiving weekend. My shoulders and back muscles are suffering through a familiar soreness, the kind of pain you would normally feel the day after a hard workout at the gym. Sometimes I’ll feel cold, and sometimes I’ll need to open all of the windows in the apartment in…

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Once I’ve Finished

Posted on November 18, 2010October 11, 2022 by KZ

Have you ever had one of those dry spells as a blogger where you lose your creative will for half a month because you’re coming home exhausted from work every night, too tired and depressed to write anything worthwhile? Yeah, me neither. On a completely unrelated note, I haven’t written anything new over the past…

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“For a Saint” – Part IV

Posted on November 11, 2010October 11, 2022 by KZ

Their machinery was too much for you, oh fallen saint oh living Dream, oh healing life a love denied through faceless, insidious plague Yet in lack of limbs and human warmth in lack of breath and mortal sense though rooms may stand in lonesome depth and though sin may stand to dwell again in absence…

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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