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Watch this: A Gentleman's Duel

Love it as I do.

Today was an interesting day. So interesting, in fact, that I'm going to spend no more than three to four lines of text on it. Job interview tomorrow. More writing assignments coming in tomorrow. Hmm... forget my earlier statement, and replace as follows: today bog standard, tomorrow interesting.

As an aside, how the hell did I not ever see Odette before now. Oh, dear lord,...
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I've got another writing job lined up. 90 thousand words of fantasy rpg stuff: pretty much normal for me. Feels good to have thrown myself back into it, though. It makes me feel like:

The summation of my life to this point, as discovered today by my children.


Addendum: Melville is a saucy, naughty schoolboy.

"Start her, now; give 'em the long and strong stroke, Tashtego. Start her, Tash, my boy--start her, all; but keep cool, keep cool--cucumbers is the word--easy, easy--only start her like grim death and grinning devils, and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their...
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The worst sort of loneliness is the quiet kind, when all the world is hushed beneath a blanket of palpable solitude. I have no real thoughts in my mind right now, just vague impressions of emotion and memory, the experiences of the last few months are ghosts and whispers, shadows and dust. It's sunny outside, and the children are playing, but I feel disconnected from...
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Sometimes, it takes the pushiness of a pretty girl to make me stop being lazy.

My last update was in November, which could just as well have been yesterday for all that I have changed, and grown since then.

Well, that isn't totally fair to me. We have a new house, the family and I, a big monster of a home with too many bedrooms,...
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I've spent the day devouring enormous quantities of various snack foods, and traditional feasty things: turkey has passed my lips by the handful; gallons of mashed potatoes have been guzzled; armies of crescent rolls lined up and marched into the greedy gullet of the digestion machine; and slice upon slice of various pies have seen their last sunrise this day.

My family, too, has partaken...
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As I write this, I'm one half hour from my birthday, and two and a half from the time of my birth, almost thirty three years ago.

I've been sitting in the car, smoking, and drinking a hard cider. The night is warm, and so is the cider.

Just outside, the dog is wheezing in his sleep, and I can hear him turning fitfully in...
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My birthday is in three days. I'll be 33, which is a year older than Bruce Lee when he died.

I don't know why I've consistently focused on that fact for the last year, except perhaps as a subconscious acknowledgement of Bruce's obsession with the cultivation of the human body. His immense physicality is captured eternally on film, and his early death means there will...
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I really do need to update my picture, I suppose, since I have hair again.

And yet, the laziness is always at war with the ambition, and it's better armed and it's trenches so firmly dug in.

I'm writing again, after too long a break. I suppose I have my own frustrations to thank, though the catalyst is my rereading of the Forgotten Beasts of...
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