01.3.10

New Year, Same Boring Me

Happy 2010, readers. If you made it this far without giving up on me, congrats. The theme looks a bit different, and I am putting the finishing touches on it, with the goal of resuming regular blogging this week. Don’t count on it, though. I am notoriously dodgy and unreliable. Hope you had a happy holiday and are ready to kick 2010’s ass!

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06.10.09

A Brief Word or Two on Gay Marriage

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06.9.09

Mixed Emotions

A few years ago, I found out that one of my best friends from childhood was going to jail for molesting his step-daughter. I discovered this very horrible fact through a random encounter from his sister. It wasn’t alleged. He admitted that he was doing it and had been for some time. As soon as I found this out, I made the understandable choice not to contact him again. In my opinion, this is a pretty unforgivable act. I was shocked and dismayed and confused.

Every once in a while, I see something that reminds me of him. For a moment, I forget what he did and I miss him. And then I feel guilty for doing so. It’s hard to describe the mix of emotions I feel. What he did has colored every good memory I have of him. It has also made me question how I could have been such good friends with someone who would do something so horrible. How could I have been best friends with a guy and not know what he was capable of? I just don’t know…

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10.21.08

Shit you don’t know about me

There’s this girl, Heather, who I absolutely love. Even though she’s been known to wear cowboy hats and listen to country music.* She writes this blog, The Wishful Writer, which is 10 liters of Cola in a 1 liter cup. Enough with the background story. She challenged me to tell my readers seven things they didn’t know about me (which she did here). So, here goes.

1. Though you wouldn’t know by looking at me, I am over 13 feet tall. As you can imagine, being this tall would make it extremely difficult to walk through doors. Which is why I keep most of my height (6 feet or so) in an extra-dimensional pocket. This not only makes walking through doors easier, it keeps birds from roosting in my beard. Most birds, anyway.

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