Posted on March 18, 2010
http://thieving-bastards.com
I spend some of my time over in another corner of the Internet, where a few writerly type folk gather together to exchange ideas, discuss events and sometimes fling insults across cyberspace like little yellow snowballs. It’s a good time. Recently, the topic of conversation there shifted to copyright law, theft, comic books and a new horror unleashed upon the world called a virtual library. It seems there’s a website out there on the interwebs that openly hosts copyrighted material for which it has no claim, then justifies the theft by using a little legal voodoo to massage and manipulate an absurd conclusion drawn from United States library laws. I will not provide a link to the site here for obvious reasons, nor will I mention it by name – but rest assured, it exists and it’s out there on the world wide web, providing free and unrestricted access to nearly seven million pages of comics. SEVEN MILLION! Read More
Posted on March 16, 2010
Breakfast And Brain Chemicals
This weekend, my wife and I went with our son to a local diner as a way to get an early, bacon and waffle fueled kick-start to our family fun Saturday. Things went well throughout almost the entire breakfast, with Trey using words like please and thank you to butter up the waitresses and flirt his way into extra syrup, but as the meal slowed and breakfast came to a close, our happy family fun was interrupted and brought to an egregious halt by the sudden and uninvited appearance of a needlessly concerned and woefully ignorant, blue-haired busybody. It was bad. Read More
Posted on March 11, 2010
Shiny!
After having experienced life with a toddler for going on two years now, it’s difficult to remember exactly what my life was like before Trey came toddling into it. It was more serene, I suppose – but only in the sense that it was more boring. It’s not as if during the BT days (Before Trey), I oft sat in solitary seclusion, reflecting upon life’s mysteries from the banks of a quiescent lake with water of such majestic tranquility as to inspire splendiferous poetry in the hearts and minds of even the most hardened and jaded of thick-thinking brutes. No, mostly things were just boring. As the hideous and lunatic days of my first marriage came to a bitter and prolonged close, I was left suddenly adrift in uncharted waters, rudderless and alone. Days slipped by with a droning predictability that numbed my senses to anything that might have been truly extraordinary, and I simply settled into the mundane routine of a daily life that was hardly worth living at all. Sure, it was a life occasionally punctuated by points of interest, usually by girl-shaped things in the dark who were gone by the next day’s light, but by and large there was nothing of permanence or purpose or meaning. There were just days. Days, days, and more days, all stretched out before me like an impassable ocean of boredom from which there was no hope of escape. My future did not look bright. Read More
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