KZ Writes Good
The internet is a huge bathroom wall, and any halfwit with a keyboard and a connection has an opportunity to scrawl on it. Take me, for instance. My name is KZ. For a good time, come find me at Prosaic Shades of Gray.
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Inside Thoughts
December 7, 2010 // 22 Comments -
"Abbott & Costello" Ain't Got Nothing on "Dawn & KZ"
October 8, 2010 // 20 Comments -
Songs for Sale
March 8, 2003 // 17 Comments -
Winning Without Trying
November 3, 2010 // 16 Comments -
Casanova KZ
December 3, 2008 // 13 Comments
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At the Risk of Drawing Attention to Myself...
May 7, 2012 // 2 Comments -
The Answer (Conversation with God Continued)
April 20, 2012 // 2 Comments -
Weapons of Jazz Destruction
March 20, 2012 // 6 Comments -
Good Night, Gentle Dreamers
March 14, 2012 // 3 Comments -
The Conundrum of Human Empathy
March 12, 2012 // 3 Comments
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May 12, 2012
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Everything everybody does can be considered mundan ...
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My avatar sure is creepy looking.
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It seems ironic that you think this piece has neve ...
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Since you insist. Killjoy. Grump. God, it f ...
May 7, 2012
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Boy, Are My Legs Tired
It’s happened to all of us at least some point in our lives: You reenter a room after visiting the restroom, and you find some guy in your seat. When you politely ask to reclaim your chair, the guy stands up, claps you on the arm, and says, “Here ya go, buddy. Just keeping it warm for you.”
I don’t care much for that quaint sentiment of somebody keeping a seat warm for you. First of all, it’s an excuse. Nobody ever steals your seat in order to keep it warm for you. More likely, they’re acting out of self-interest to make themselves more comfortable until you come back. Secondly, and perhaps this will make me sound like a prude, but I don’t want to think about heat emanating off of somebody’s ass, transferring to a chair by way of some endothermic reaction, and then re-transferring back to my own ass when I sit back down.
Keeping my seat warm? No thanks, buddy. Either stop drawing attention to your steaming hot ass, or just stay the hell away from my seat.
