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Month: December 2010

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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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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