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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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It’s been a little over a week since I’ve learned the news that Nicky has passed away. She was gorgeous, kind, full of warmth and wit, and devastatingly funny. She was one of two writers who updated and maintained a humor blog called We Work For Cheese. Nicky was my friend. I miss her dearly.
Last December, Diana and I held a Christmas party at our house. There was food, and drink, and a whole lot of merry-making, but the main attraction of the night was the gingerbread house competition. There were five teams in contention, and those of us who didn’t participate took a vote on our favorite submission.
This is a conversation about Ben.
“Jesus, what motivates somebody to shoot himself in the head?”
“I suppose some people’s lives just suffer a deficit of meaning.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m about to shoot myself in the head if you keep that shit up.”
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)
Day 5: “The empty bottle”
I was struggling with today’s writing prompt, so I decided to mine my old writing journal for something worthwhile. I came across something that I had drunkenly jotted down nearly ten years ago back when I was kid in my early twenties. I wrote it when I was at a party at a friend’s house where there were lots of people, plenty of beer, three guitars, and a joyful consensus of enthusiasm for group singing. I tend to get sentimental when I drink — and during those moments of shared joy, something moved me to commemorate the moment in the only way I knew how to.
On September 21, 2013, I married Diana, the love of my life. Thank you so much to everybody who could be in attendance that night. And even if you couldn’t be there, thank you just the same for your support and well wishes. My one regret of the night is that I didn’t get a […]
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 28: “Is That All?”
Here we are on the final day of the month-long writing challenge for February 2013, “30 Minus 2 Days of Writing”. Frankly, this whole challenge was a massive pain in the ass. I have to admit, though, I loved nearly every minute of it.
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 14: “Where can I get a good blintz?”
This is a love story borne of coffee, compassion, fatigue, and dry humor. There’s also something in there about blintzes.