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Weaseltheory: Yes, it exists.

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I’ve been alive thirty-five years and I have seen enough history to be the lyrics of a Billy Joel anthem in those three and a half decades. Never in my life have I ever seen a year suck so completely that it has been deemed an unmitigated cosmic clusterf*** before it’s even half over. So far, this year has been llama crap stuffed with cat crap, served with a garnishing of chimpanzee crap — the outcome for the other half of the year isn’t looking any better, either.

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Where’d You Go? We Missed You So.

The last time I posted a blog was on February 7th — on that particular day, I was looking back on the accomplishments of my life fondly, smiling on the things I’d done. Today is a different day and February 7th feels like a lifetime ago. Certainly, 

I’m not the same person that I was then. Truly, I envy that oblivious fool; he had no idea what was coming to him.

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What It’s Like Being a Radio DJ.

When I sit down and look at it, I’ve lead a decently interesting life — a lot more than I would have thought when I was in high school, with absolutely no idea what I was going to do with my life.

One of the most favorite things I’ve ever done professionally was being an on-air personality for an actual radio station! I say professionally, as in “I got paid for doing it,” but truly, I would have done it for free. In 2007, every Saturday between 10:00 AM and 3:00 PM, I was Alan Stone: “Happy Valley’s Polite DJ” on 105.9 Joe FM (the era of 105.9 between “the Buzz” and “QWiK Rock”).

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Grief: A Blog.

Grief, by definition is “keen mental suffering over affliction or loss.” That is grief, but grief is so much more. Grief is hearing that loved one’s voice because you want so badly to speak to them that your mind is trying to reconcile your needs and your actuality. Grief is hearing a recording of that person’s voice and being reduced to tears because the timbre and cadence has torn open a scar that had hardly began to close. Grief is looking at a picture and having to be reminded again that someone you’ve held to you so dearly is gone and there is no way to reverse that affliction. Grief is absolute.

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Welcome to the Future: How Will the 1920’s Stack Up Against the 2020’s When Compared?

I’ll admit it: I hated reading the Great Gatsby the first time through. If memory serves, I didn’t like being told I had to read the novel, the substitute that was teaching the novel didn’t seem too enthused about reading it — if no one is going to give a rat’s ass whether I learned something about a novel or not, why should I? It wouldn’t be until much later that I picked up the novel again and appreciated it a lot more when I didn’t have a high school curriculum trying to homestead the furthest reaches of my colon. That, is a story for another time.

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