I think this is going to be my final blog here. I feel like a creepy weird old guy who is hanging around a place that he should have aged out of a long time ago, especially since I don't really "know" anyone here, like I once did. Before I go, I want to shout out Missy and Sean for bringing me into the Newswire...
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I've been a member since the early days, before I wrote for the Newswire, even.
I was just thinking about how long it's been since I created my account, realizing all the models and writers I knew have archived, and feeling like an old, weird, relic.
Anyone else relate?
I wrote this on Tumblr when someone asked me if I had any hobbies. In the chain of reblogs, I came across this beautiful parable, from which I took this post’s title.
I have a garden that I love to work in every day. It’s one of my very few hobbies that are mostly private, that I keep for myself. I freely and enthusiastically share...
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"I want the Wesley Crusher figure!"
"We have Wesley Crusher at home."
Wesley Crusher at home:
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Just a couple of days ago, I told Anne that though I am always a little sad to wrap a season of Ready Room, because I genuinely love my job that much, I was glad to have the time and energy to do stuff together. It’s always so weird how we can live together, sleep in the same bed, see each other every single day,...
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I remember in the eighties our local ABC station did a summer promotion thing where they broadcast a different 1950s 3D movie every weekend for a month. I feel like we bought the glasses at 7-11; maybe they came with a Slurpee or something like that.
However we got them, I remember watching local weather guy Johnnie Mountain host a movie called Gorilla At Large....
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January 9, 2016 is the day my life — a life that belongs to me, that centers my needs and dreams, that I built out of the ashes of my abusive childhood — began. It was the day I chose to stop numbing my pain and started a slow, deliberate, committed journey toward healing the trauma that I experienced at the hands of my abusive,...
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Whenever I post pictures of me and my favorite human on a date, someone has to be a dick with bad faith sealioning about our masks. There is no point engaging with these chuds, because all they want to do is waste my time and/or drag me and anyone else they can into an argument. (At some point, I began telling people, “What you’re trying...
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