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Category Archives: Pixel-stained Wretchery
I’m pleased to announce that the taxpayers of Maryland are allowing the Spawn to earn a living, as she is now the U of MD’s newest graduate assistant. She’ll be helping out at the Robert H. Smith School of Business, … Continue reading
… and since she’s been to the US, Canada, and the Bahamas, I guess she counts. So, a couple of years ago, the Spawn came down to the den, where I was reading or noodling around online. “Dad?” she said. … Continue reading
I have a slew of things to grade, but the monkey must be fed. *** Perhaps it’s because of my timeline being filled with musicians and music lovers, but ever since I got up today, said timeline has blown up … Continue reading
Since it’s Sunday, I must be in my office, gearing up for the week. But I’m also needing to feed the blog monkey, so here we go. *** I can’t cook. I mean, I nuke prepared foods or throw a … Continue reading
The Spawn and I were chatting earlier this afternoon, and as often happens, the talk turned to writing and reading. Specifically, we were talking about genre fiction, and the considerable blurring that takes place. She mentioned one of her favorite … Continue reading
July is drawing near, so I just hit the reset button on the AC unit and am sitting in my basement grotto, listening to David Bowie covering the Velvets’ “White Light/Heat.” The Spawn is splitting her time between recovering from … Continue reading
OK, not exactly underground, but I’ll be heading to Atlanta for part of this week in order to attend a conference on first-year/”gateway” courses, and whenever I think of Atlanta, I think of the city’s famous Underground entertainment district. I … Continue reading