You Lost Me...

I'm Baaaaaaack!!!

2010-09-12T21:44:00.002-04:00

And so is this!!!

I'll be posting soon. It's been too long...

-MiddleMan

Serial Sunday Slipping Again...

2009-08-09T01:24:00.001-04:00

Between working from home and Facebook I forgot to do this week, dammit!

Many apologies...

MiddleMan

Schadenfreude!

2009-08-06T23:45:00.003-04:00

From the Skepchick site:

Ben Stein Gets Canned From The New York Times!

Glee!

MiddleMan

Late Wednesday Wedding...

2009-08-06T00:36:00.001-04:00

Two words...

Geek Wedding.

Just trust me and watch...

MiddleMan

Did You Know...?

2009-08-04T20:53:00.003-04:00

An oldie, but a goodie from xplanevisualthinking:

Did You Know 2.0

If this doesn't make you think, then you're probably the type that looks for porn on YouTube...

MiddleMan

Retro Monday... Age of Steam!

2009-08-03T22:55:00.005-04:00

One of my favorite new obsessions is the genre of Steampunk. I love the old Victorian look, combined with the mad dreams of Jules Verne and H.G.Wells, combined with the adventure of all of the writers of that time, as well as the romance.

It's such a romantic thing, I decided to dress up as a Steampunk "gentleman inventor" for my Halloween wedding:

Yes, that dork is me. The beautiful princess is the Mid-Wife. Be jealous.

I'm trying to work on some other genre items for this coming Halloween, but I haven't finished them yet. I will post when I do.

In the meantime if you're interested in some Steampunk livin', check these site out:

http://www.steampunk.republika.pl/arch/opedia.html

http://brassgoggles.co.uk/blog/ - I swear I didn't steal this post from there. Honestly.

http://www.thesteampunkhome.blogspot.com/

Plus some costume and parts sites:

http://www.gentlemansemporium.com/gentlemans.php - Where I got my suit, top hat and spats.

Goggles - You can't work in the Aether without your goggles!

http://www.clockworkcouture.com/ - Lady's things.

Serial Sunday Part 6...

2009-08-02T21:16:00.006-04:00

Finally starting to figure out a schedule and where this thing is going...

Enjoy!

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You Lost Me...

A serial story

By MiddleMan

Part Six

The corner drugstore was not much different when he spent long afternoons standing around when he was younger. He remembered not having too much of a reason to be standing in front of this store aside from being where most of his friends hung out. It was also owned by the Bitch's family.

He looked around and at his watch. It showed 6:23. He was torn between feeling bad at cutting his visit with Linda on the pretense of needing more rest and kicking himself for being so damn curious as to what the Bitch wanted to talk about. Hell, he needed to get away from the craziness that Linda was going on about. She had definitely threw him for a loop by letting all of her dreams of going to college go out the window for no better reason than... Well, she really didn't have a real reason, if he thought about it...

"Crap, I bet she left," he said into the air. The Bitch was crazy as well, but not the kind he found himself hanging out if he could help it. He started to remember the girl he used to know, but he couldn't get past the abrupt change she went through all of a sudden when they were younger.

A sound came from the alley behind the store, stopping any train of thought. He walked towards it and was surprised by the sudden appearance of the Bitch. "Hey!" he gasped, "Where did you come from?"

She gave him a look of disbelief, "Uh, from the side entrance, Stupid." Again, he forgot that she would have the keys.

He was about to defend his intelligence when she grabbed his arm and said, "Come on! Let's get inside so we can talk!" He followed with the reluctance of a chastised dog on a leash.

The side door led into the storage area behind the shop.The lights were still on, so he managed to miss tripping on the empty boxes left to be broken up for recycling. The place had a claustrophobic effect on him, with the shelves of medicine so close together to save space. He stifled a sneeze as dust was blown into his face as he knocked an old box of alcohol wipes in trying to avoid it. If the Bitch wanted to do something crazy to him, this would be the best place to do it, he thought to himself. He wouldn't make it to the door before...

And then she did the crazy thing...

She stopped suddenly, in front of him, spun around, grabbed his arms and kissed him so quick on the lips he worried that she might have chipped a tooth!

"What the hell, Carrie!?!" He pushed her away and felt his mouth for any blood he was sure she was trying to feed off from him.

"NOTHING!!!" She screamed,"Nothing! That was weird!"

"Really!?!" He rubbed his lip, "I would've called it fucking crazy! Bloody bonkers! ANYTHING but weird!"

She gave him the same dismissive look she'd given him many times before. "No, I meant that kiss had nothing to it! It was like we had nothing between us."

He started to speak, but found himself stuck trying to figure out what he was mad at. "Were... Were you expecting something?"

Now it was her turn to stop and think about what to say. She looked at him, then at her feet, finally looking back up to meet his eyes. "Well, uh, the other night. I mean that kiss... There was something different about it..." Her words dropped off as she looked down at her hands. Craig hoped that she wasn't going to cry.

"Look, Carr," again, he went to the old nickname, "If you had wanted to talk to me about that, you didn't have to drag me across town to play 'Seven minutes in Heaven' in your father's store."

She looked up with a combination of anger and indignation. "Don't be an arrogant ass! I mean, the last time we kissed, it was like it was... All right, or something like that." She acted like she was trying to conceal something in her actions as she said that last part. "But this time, it was like kissing just for kissing sake."

Still feeling his sore lip, Craig found himself feeling sorry for her oily little boyfriend. Using that last thought, he decided to change the subject, "Where's your 'other half'?"

"Oh, yeah," She looked like now she was coming back to reality, "I think I know where he is. That's why I need you to help me. There are more things going on around here. Mr. Pearson attacking you and Jeffery missing are both a part of it."

He found himself biting his already sore lip upon hearing that last part. "What? What do need me to do?"

"I need you to borrow a car," said the Bitch as plainly as you please, "We need to make a road trip."

Craig grabbed his much-abused head. This was not good...

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More next week...

Later,

MiddleMan

PS - Hit the "publish post" button before going to bed.

Steampunk'd...

2009-08-02T15:18:00.007-04:00

From the comic strip Wondermark...

Not the way it's usually done, but cool nonetheless..
Later,
MiddleMan

Solidarity Saturday, Part 2...

2009-08-01T23:29:00.004-04:00

Yep, the goons tried it again...

Seems that the video Peter Sinclair (from the blog GreenFyre's) did debunking Anthony Watts of Watt's Up With That was flagged and deleted by You Tube.

Guess why?

Yep, Anthony Watts put in a copyright infringement claim to You Tube. This has been done before, as we've seen. Well, this time, You Tube had the video in question put before experts in US copyright issues, and guess what?

The video's back...

Now, I'm no big fan of both Climate Change Deniers and their detractors, but you don't pull this kind of childish bullshit! If you feel that you're being poorly represented, post back!

Also, if you're caught lying, fess up. Don't be a jackass. It's that simple...

Really,

MiddleMan

Have you hugged your SysAdmin today?

2009-07-31T23:32:00.003-04:00

That was today.... Sniff...

http://www.sysadminday.com/

No cards... No flowers... No one loves me... Boo-hoo-ho!

Wait a second... I'm an anti-social troll... I forgot! I don't care!

Here's some pretty music...

Later,

MiddleMan

Wedenday's Work Woes...

2009-07-29T20:56:00.005-04:00

Due to a nasty stomach flu I left work early yesterday and worked from home today.

The Mid-Wife was concerned that they might be upset that I took the day when the head manager is out on vacation. I told her not to worry, they knew I was sick yesterday, and I told them about staying home as early as I could. Everything should be fine,

Unfortunately, she was right. They were upset... But not because I called out sick.

It started when the second-in-command sent me an email to call him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, "I see you doing work, but I thought you were going to try and come in today?"

"I'm OK, but I didn't get enough sleep last night from being sick, so I changed my mind. I tried contacting you sooner, but you were out."

"So you think it's the flu? Not food poisoning?"

That was a weird question, I thought. I didn't mention food poisoning. "No, my wife was in contact with someone at her job who came down with the stomach flu. So, I think that's probably what did me in. Also, I had a bout of food poisoning a month ago, and I got sick right after I ate the bad food. The first time I got sick now was late at night when I was sleeping. My wife ate the same thing as me for dinner, and she's fine."

"Oh, are you sure?"

Again, weird. "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, if it's the flu, the corporation is asking us to let them know of anyone who comes down with it. Because of the Swine Flu epidemic."

So that's why I was working from home today with "food poisoning".

Later,

MiddleMan

Quick! Nematodes got feet!

2009-07-27T23:09:00.003-04:00

Just had to share this...

MiddleMan

Retro Monday... Purple Prose and Violet Rays

2009-07-27T21:12:00.010-04:00

This is a late post in honor of the Lord of Tech, Nikola Tesla, who's birthday was only a few weeks ago.

That's him at left behind a very reserved-seeming Samuel Clemens. (More on this gentleman another time.)

I know the usual thing to do in this situation is to make fun of the silly tech pawned of as his "secret discoveries", but I want to make something clear...

Without him we might not have:

AC power transmission.

Efficient electric motors.

And he invented the radio. (Sorry, Marconi.)

So when people go on about his manias, "death rays", ioncraft, or his beliefs in eugenics; it just serves to dilute all the wonders this man brought to us.

But, even I have to wonder what people were thinking about when portable tesla coils were used in the creation of Voilet Rays. More here.

Now aside from this old set I found on Ebay, I bet you're thinking no one still looks to buy these things for anything other than a curiousity, right?

Wrong. (Why do I do this to myself? I know where this is going...)

http://www.electroherbalism.com/Bioelectronics/Tesla/VioletRay.htm

http://www.beautifulonraw.com/Holistic_Device_Violet_Ray.html

Of course Cacye had to be involved in this: http://www.cayce.com/vray.htm

Sigh...

It could be worse, they could be selling useless orgone gener...

http://www.orgoneenergy.org/orgone-energy-generators

THAT IS IT! I'm building a rocket to Mars! See you all later!

Goodbye and goodnight,

MiddleMan

Serial Sunday Part 5

2009-07-26T19:59:00.006-04:00

Finally getting things back under control. Life is good, the Mid-Wife and I are checking out houses now, being that we've been talking seriously about raising a family.

Yeah, even I'm surprised at that one.

Also, I've been extremely fortunate to get back in touch with one of my oldest friends, Joe and his wife Toni-Ann, who I haven't seen in more than ten years. Between what hasn't changed and was has, taking time to catch up has been a big breath of fresh air. I'd be remiss not to mention that one of the biggest changes has been their two sweet, adorable kids, Victoria and Vincent, both of whom are quickly becoming part of my small group of favorite people on the planet.

A very small group, maybe, but important none-the-less. ;)

Let's get back to the story...

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You Lost Me...

A serial story

By MiddleMan

Part Five

Craig felt like the world was screaming at him all at once, his head was in a spin and nothing could help him now...

"Carrie! We haven't seen you here for years!"

Except his mother.

"Oh, come in dear!" his mother pleaded with the Bitch, "How's your mom? Craig's girlfriend Linda is here as well!"

Or, maybe not...

"Oh, Detective! I didn't see you there. You come in as well, can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I think maybe Craig needs some more time to heal." Dakins replied. His big hand grasped Craig's hand before he could react, and pressed a business card into it. "Call me when you get the time, OK?" He turned his large frame to the Bitch and handed another one to her, "You look like you may need this, too."

"Uh, sure, huh, thanks," she said while still trying to avoid Craig's stare. "I think I should leave, too," she said to Craig's mother.

"Nonsense! Come in! Why, you haven't come around here since you and Craig were little!"

This was true. He and Carrie had been good friends when they were younger. She was the neighborhood tomboy and was the best "bottlecaps" player. Unfortunately, Craig couldn't see that young girl he once knew, just the Bitch she became.

"Mom? Can you give us a minute?" he deplored to his mother, "She, uh, just wants to ask me something quick."

His mother looked a little disappointed, "OK, but don't forget Linda." She walked away leaving a faint smell of developer in her wake.

Craig screwed up his nerve and looked at Carrie. "Are you crazy, Bit...," he caught himself before finishing, "I mean, Carr?" He surprised himself by using his old nickname for her.

"No. I mean maybe. I don't know," she looked more stunned than he was by the name, "Look, somethings going on around here and I think it's affecting us and everybody else!"

Craig took a step back and looked at her. She seemed serious, but he hadn't seen that look in some time, so he wasn't sure. "Are you talking about the party? Look, that was... I don't know! I don't want to talk about it now!"

"Talk about what? Oh, that. Look, that may be part of it or not, but I'm not concerned about that," She said more rational than Craig would've given her credit for. "Meet me later at the corner drug store downtown, if you don't want to talk here. I'll be there until six."

He wanted to tell her off, but she turned around and strode away with a determination better left alone. He rubbed his head and tried to understand what just happened. Was something really going on, or was the world just going crazy?

"Uh, what was she doing here?"

Linda's voice snapped him back into reality with a cold feeling in his stomach. "She's crazy, nothing new, Hon," he turned to face her and was met with a stare that would've frozen a bull in it's tracks, "She's, uh, looking for her oily boyfriend or something. I told her I didn't know anything."

She looked at him like she didn't believe a thing that came out of his mouth, but she just said, "Fine. Let's get back to what we were talking about, right?"

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about colleges and why it suddenly wasn't a good idea for her to go anymore. She said that maybe he was right, maybe she needed to take time off to "find herself". She recently came to the decision that all of her planning for college may have been crazy, and there was something else waiting for her.

Craig tried to understand where she was coming from, but this was so different from what she was normally that he found himself confused. All he could say was that maybe she should think about it, maybe she was just letting her fears get the best of her. All this did was make her mad that he didn't understand where she was coming from.

Also, his constantly checking the time didn't help...

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Finally, another one done! More soon, staring to make multiple post ahead of time.

Later,

MiddleMan

Sunday, so sue me...

2009-07-19T22:41:00.003-04:00

Worked most of the weekend and had my brother-in-law's birthday today so no serial. Sorry.

But, I've been meaning to share this little ditty for a while; one of the first music videos I ever saw:

Enjoy!

Later,

MiddleMan

I should be insulted...

2009-07-15T20:28:00.003-04:00

I mean, I'm half-Italian myself. But this is too funny:

Who doesn't love a smoking super-hero?

Later,

MiddleMan

Serial Sunday, Part 4...

2009-07-12T19:43:00.004-04:00

...Finally!

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You Lost Me...

A serial story

By MiddleMan

Part Four

Getting home after yesterday's events was thankfully quiet and relaxed, aside from his mother making a side comment about underage drinking and that she was glad that things weren't worse. She must have been saving these for when she was sure that Craig would be a receptive captive audience.

In his room, in the darkness, he contemplated the past events like a puzzle that had no border pieces and no box top to refer to. He knew that nothing that happened had a rational connection, but he couldn't shake the sensation that he should be seeing something else. That sensation was to last until he fell to sleep.

A few hours later he was awoken to the fact that his bed was occupied by an obstacle that occupied the space between his feet. Assuming it was the cat, he made an effort to flip it off of the bed with his foot, but found that the weight was much more than feline mass. He opened his eyes to find his sister staring at him.

"Ah good, you're not dead," she said as she pushed his foot away from her leg, "Linda's here."

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his fingers, and blinked at her, "Why didn't you just call me or shake me awake?"

"Didn't know what would happen," she shrugged, "What if you sat up to quickly and your brains fell out of your nose? Mom probably would've made me clean it up."

Craig laughed at this absurdity, "Aww, I think my little sister is concerned about her big brother." He made cooing sounds as he sat up and lunged to hug her. As he expected, she dodged the attempt while screaming, "FREAK! Just get up and get downstairs so Linda can see you!" She slammed the door on her way out.

Changing out of his shorts into his jeans and t-shirt, he strained to remember what Linda had said the day before. He knew that she wanted to talk to him, but couldn't exactly remember what her mood was. He hoped that she had forgotten as well.

He didn't believe it for one minute, but one could hope.

As he got downstairs he saw Linda on the couch, nervously flipping through his mom's photography magazines. "Hey, Love. You wanted to see me?" he asked as his feet neared the last few steps.

She dropped the magazine she had in her hands and stood up, tripping as she tried to make it over the coffee table in one action. "Oh, I'm sooo sorry that you got hurt because of me!" she apologized as she righted herself. He put his hands around her when he got to where she stood, "What are you talking about? You didn't cause someone to attack me."

Her blue eyes were wet with tears as she hugged back, "No, if I hadn't made you rush over because of my doubts, you never would have gotten into that at all!"

Craig couldn't help looking at the celling when she said that. She did find out about him and the Bitch, and now she was going to let him have it.

"Look, it not what you think..." he started.

"No, it isn't," Linda interrupted, "It's worse. I don't know what I want to do."

"We can get through this. Really, Love, it's just a stupid mistake."

"That's right!" she cried, "I mean, why am I looking into colleges anyway?"

Craig was taken aback by this; Linda did nothing but go on about going to college for all of the time they had been going out. Even chiding him about his choice of "taking time out to find himself" when they had their occasional tiffs. This wasn't like her at all.

Before he could clear this up in his head, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Craig excused himself and walked over to the door. He opened it to find Detective Dakins standing off to the side of the porch. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to have a talk with you if you were up to it," the detective's deep voice rumbled.

"This really isn't a good time. Can it wait?"

"Well normally I'd say yes, but a couple of things have come up. First: we found your bike and some of Mr. Pearson's stuff next to it a mile from where you were attacked. Also: there's something else you might want to know about..."

Craig tried to suppress a groan, "What else?"

The dark-suited man moved to the other side of the porch, revealing a familiar red-headed figure trying not to look up at Craig.

"She's been waiting outside your house for half an hour," the deep voice informed, "You know her?"

Craig felt his headache coming back with a vengeance...

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Ok, getting back on track. Will post more soon...

Later,

MiddleMan

Friday Fun...

2009-07-10T23:08:00.001-04:00

Something to give a lift to the sour feelings of late:

Hug a Geek today!

Later,

MiddleMan

Wedendays Woe...

2009-07-07T23:51:00.002-04:00

I did something stupid today...

I put something in my Facebook that I should have known was going to cause a issue with people.

I put in an anti-Jenny McCarthy post.

I forgot that my cousin has a child that has been diagnosed with autism.

Needless to say, that did not go over well.

The bad thing is that I forgot that it's hard to argue a point with someone so close to home.

Nothing I said was taken in the context with which it was meant. It was taken personally by my cousin and her husband. They saw it as if I was belitting their knowledge of the subject. They said that I was being one-sided, when I was just pointing out that things aren't always what they seem at face value.

In short, they got offended. This wasn't what I intended, and I'm kicking myself for it.

I'm going to take it as a learning experience; people take things personally when it's their issue, and you can't try to be rational about it to them. You just end up looking like a jerk.

Especially with family...

Later,

MiddleMan

Sunday Serial, not again....

2009-07-05T22:09:00.003-04:00

OK, between the weekend of the 4th of July and getting on Facebook and reuniting with old friends I have been very busy MiddleMan.

So I'm missing another week.

I need to get more organized and write more here if I'm going to get in some more practice. In the meantime, I will redouble efforts to get my act together and finish what I start.

Let's hope I don't let anything get in my way this time...

Later,

MiddleMan

Making up for lost time...

2009-07-05T21:13:00.002-04:00

I wish I'd seen this earlier...

Enjoy!

MiddleMan

Just because I can...

2009-07-01T20:13:00.003-04:00

Screamin' Jay Hawkins!

Try and resist the spell...

Later...

Middleman

How Green is Your...

2009-06-29T22:23:00.004-04:00

Chlorophyll...

Suck in some air around you. Go ahead, get a lungful or two.

Practically all of the oxygen you're breathing in has been created as a waste product by plants using chlorophyll in photosynthesis to create food. Chlorophyll is nature's own solar power collector.

So really, something so natural and necessary to your life, you wouldn't be surprised to find out it can do more amazing things, right?

During the fifties people discovered chorophyll's power to deoderize everything. From bad breath, to foot odor, even the rest of your body; there was a powder, soap or foam to make use of chlorophyll's amazing properties.

That is until "The Journal of the American Medical Association" made note of the fact that mountain goats lived excusively on a chlorophyll-rich diet.

You ever smell a goat? Ever get close enough for a whiff of billy-goat breath?

Needless to say, after that, the fad disappeared.

Or did it?

NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

What the...? "...chlorophyll is chemically similar in composition to that of human blood, except that the central atom in chlorophyll is magnesium,..."

Are they nuts? Chlorophyll is an electron donator; Hemoglobin is a oxygen transporter! They don't even work the same!

For crying out loud...

Woo-woo science - 1; my faith in humanity - 0

Later...

MiddleMan

Serial Sunday Part None...

2009-06-28T20:10:00.003-04:00

I am sooooo sunbuuuuurned, and due to the wife's birthday I had no time to work on today's episode. I will make this up either during the week or double up next Sunday.

Sorry for the delay...

MiddleMan

WTF...?

2009-06-28T20:02:00.001-04:00

Billy Mays - Dead?

Seriously, WTF?

Later...

MiddleMan

For the Cutems...

2009-06-28T19:43:00.003-04:00

It's the Mid-Wife's Birthday!

I loves ya, Cutems!

Later...

MiddleMan

Ugly mutant babys...of LOVE!

2009-06-25T21:50:00.000-04:00

Copied from a Skepchick post of mine -

This reminds me of the time I was still living with my parents and doing late night shifts at the restaurant where I worked at the time.

On my days off I would stay up late watching TV until I fell asleep in the living room. My mother, a notorious insomniac, would sometimes stay up watching TV with me. Usually we watched old movies, but occasionally a really bad horror film would come on. Usually, these movies would make her go to bed.

One night they had on It's Alive. If you haven't seen it, it's about mutant baby that goes around killing people when it gets frightened.

A fanged mutant baby with claws, that goes around killing. (Creepy old 70's commercial.)

Near the end of the movie, I realized my mother was still there sitting on the couch.

"Doesn't this bug you? All of the blood and gore?" I asked her.

"Usually it does," she replied.

"Then what's different about this movie?"

"That poor thing is adorable..."

It was then that realized why she kept me after I was born.

For Your Information...

2009-06-25T21:13:00.001-04:00

Michael Jackson - Dead

Farrah Fawcet - Dead

Jeff Goldblum - NOT DEAD

Just in case you were wondering...

Later,

MiddleMan

Retro Monday...

2009-06-22T20:38:00.000-04:00

Not really retro, but way too cool to be left out...

The Automa/Automation Blog

Lots of cool stuff about old school automa, plus new works done by masters of the art.

You know, maybe it's the geek in me, but I think there's not enough whimsical automations out there.

Not enough at all..

Later,

MiddleMan

Serial Sunday Part 3...

2009-06-21T18:45:00.000-04:00

So sick today, but posting anyhow. Yeah, me. Sorry for the late posting...

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You Lost Me...

A serial story

By MiddleMan

Part Three

His reality coming back slowly in-between sharp stings of pain: Craig found himself echoing the same questions he heard before the attack.

"Do I know me?"

"Am I OK?

"How many fingers am I holding up?

Wait, those questions weren't what he heard before. He was also pretty sure the voice asking them had a different accent than his normal internal voice. He slowly focused his eyes, and asked, "Fingers?"

"Oh good, you're coming around," he heard the now human shape in front of him say, "We were worried you took a harder hit to the head." It was Jim's older brother, Kyle. He was part of the town's small paramedic force.

"I... what... head?" Craig tried to look around for a large pool of blood and brains that had to have leaked out of the hole in his head that was causing him such pain, but another set of hands held his head steady. "My bike! Linda! She's going to kill me!" He started to sit up way too quickly for his bruised cranium to tolerate.

"You're not going anywhere, Craig. We need to take you in to make sure that you're really OK," Kyle grabbed Craig's arm, "Someone will contact Linda and your family to let them know where you'll be."

Craig tried to argue, but a head full of sharp edged thoughts made this an exercise in futility. They carried him on a backboard to a waiting stretcher which was wheeled into an ambulance. As they took him to the local hospital, Craig struggled to think of what had happened and what he did to deserve this.

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His mother's hand stroked his as they waited for the results of the examinations and tests that had filled Craig's last few hours. "You'll be fine," she repeated every few minutes. This seemed to be more of a mantra for her own self-reassurance than Craig's, but he knew she was only concerned and feeling helpless. It did make him feel better that he wasn't the only one.

His sister walked into the exam room with a bottle of soda for his mother, "Is he going to be OK? Or, am I getting his room?"

"Kelly, don't say things like that!" their mother admonished her. She stopped petting Craig's hand to grab the soda bottle with one hand while smacking his sister with the other.

The doctor walked in a that moment, saving Kelly from further scolding. A man in a dark suit jacket followed him in. "Craig, it looks like you suffered a nasty concussion and need stitches for that gash on your head. Thankfully, no fractures or any other injury, but we are going to need you to stay overnight of observation." His bald head looked as shiny as the glasses he wore in the lighting of the emergency room. He took off the glasses and pointed at the man behind him, "Detective Dakins would like to talk with you about the attack, if you feel up to it."

"Can it wait, Detective?" Craig's mother asked, "He's still feeling achy, and he needs to rest."

"Wait, Mom," Craig put his hand on her arm, "I want to ask him some stuff too."

"OK," she looked at the rest of the room, "Your sister and I will wait outside. Let us know when you're done," As they walked out the door, Detective Dakins told the doctor to stay, he wasn't going to ask many questions. He agreed and grabbed Craig's chart to make some notes.

"What do you remember about what happened?" He asked Craig in a surprisingly deep voice.

"Not much," Craig shrugged while responding. He related the glimpse of gray he saw and the qusetions he heard before he hit the ground and the world went black. "All the rest is coming to and ending up here."

"The person who attacked you was a Mr. Hugh Pearson. You have any issue with him?"

Craig was shocked. Mr. Pearson was an older man from the neighborhood; he had known him from his bike route when he was a paperboy. The worst problem he had with him was being late with the paper a couple of mornings. "No, I barely had any contact with him. He seemed OK. What else did he...?"

He was cut off in mid-sentence by some commotion out in the hallway. Not a few seconds later the noise made its way into his room: it was Linda, with his own father walking behind her saying, "See? He'll be OK. Just needed to be seen by the doctor." His mastery of understatement did little to make Linda stop crying.

"I'll talk with you later, when things calm down," Det. Dakins said as he walked back out the door, nodding at Craig's parent and the doctor.

It took another half hour before Linda was calm enough to talk about how he felt and how bad she was for being mad at him earlier. They talked a for a while before she left with his family when the nurse told them they were going to take him to an observation room and get him ready for bed. Craig was somewhat thankful for the silence.

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Afterwards, that night, he could have sworn he saw a red-headed nurse move about in his room.

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That's it for now...

Later,

MiddleMan

Almost Forgot...

2009-06-19T22:38:00.000-04:00

Something I saw on one of the blogs I read. Gruesome...

From DenofGeek. Check out the whole list, if you DARE!

Sorry, had to share the pain...

MiddleMan

Felonious Friday...

2009-06-19T20:52:00.000-04:00

Not Really. Just being lazy and copying a post I did on Skepchick... Hey, it took me most of my lunch hour to type, give me a break...

My story starts with my shitty luck with cars. I’m from a large family with not much money, so us kids either bought or inherited our cars from friends and family as we got our licenses. The first car I inherited was from my brother-in-law; was a Chevy Nova with bad mileage and constantly broken turn signals. I received more than a few tickets for a broken tail light, but I always had the situation taken care of by the next day. Or, so I thought.

A few years later, that car finally died and I got another Chevy POS from another family member. This one’s lights worked, but it would die at the drop of a hat.

One night I went out to the movies with my friends. As usual, we left the theater and decided to go to the diner. Me, my girlfriend at the time, and my friend Dave, got into my car and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main street. At that point the car decided to die on me. I let it roll it over to the side of the road to get it started again.

A few seconds later a cop car pulled up behind me. One cop gets out and walks right up to my car.

“What’s the problem, son? You know you can’t park here.”

“Sorry officer,” I pleaded, “My car’s just died again and I can’t get it started. I was just going to call my dad to come and tow me away.”

“Are you sure it won’t work? Try it again,” he said as he looked at the three of us sitting there.

“Ok, but it won’t -” As I said this, I turned the key and the car came back to life. Damn, now I look like a liar!

“Now that it’s running, how about you move on?” he sneered. He walked back to his car and waited for me to pull back onto the road.

I got back on and drove a few blocks with the cops following me all the way. I got to an intersection, put on my right turn signal, and made my turn as textbook perfect as I could.

That was when I heard the “whoop-whoop!”, and saw the flashing lights behind me.

I pulled over a quickly as I could without breaking any rule I could think of. I waited with my ID and information in hand as the cop took his time walking up to my window. “License and regisitration please!”

I handed it to him and he walked back to his car as his partner watched our car from the side walk.

At this point my friend Dave is joking and telling me, “That’s it! There taking you to jail now!” My girlfriend sat there worrying about me getting another ticket while I mentally went over what I did wrong. (The light worked BTW.)

A few minutes later he came back and asked me to “Please exit the vehicle.”

The charge? Driving with a suspended license.

The funny part? It was a clerical error from the DMV. Seems they didn’t get one of my broken tail light tickets cleared out of the system, and it flagged me.

To make a long story short (too late), I spent a night in jail, sitting there stewing and trying to figure out the best way to get out of this.

My father came to the precinct in the morning to pick me up and take me home to a mother who wanted to both hug and strangle me. He called around to get me a good lawyer and found a family friend who was one of the best around. He managed not only to get the charges dropped, but he worked it out so that my record was cleared. (Still have him as my personal lawyer.)

The really funny part of all this was the lawyer calling me a week before my trial to ask me for information and give me some good news.

“I got them to drop the ticket, too!”

“Ticket?” I asked, “What ticket?”

“Don’t worry about it. I covered it by pointing out that they never gave you a ticket, and we had witnesses that could attest to that.”

“Ok, but what was the ticket about?”

A broken right turn signal.

Needless to say, for now on, I always replace my lights when they die.

Later...

MiddleMan

Missing time...

2009-06-17T21:39:00.000-04:00

Damn! Didn't post yesterday...

To make up for it: MST3K!

Yeah, I know. Laaaaaazzzy!

Later...

MiddleMan

Monday, Much todo...

2009-06-15T19:44:00.000-04:00

Had a lot to do today, but I had some time to do some thinking about things...

The serial story is coming along OK. It's not my best stuff, but it could be a lot worse. And I'm having fun.

I was listening to a past Skeptiod episode that struck a cord with me about am essay regarding religion and modern science that has been rolling around in my head, but I want to put some more effort into it before I write on it.

I want to keep Mondays mostly retro tech (or as close as I can). Today's tech is something that made me go "Hunh?" on my daily commute here. This is something I hadn't seen in over twenty years!

Also, I need to take more time in planning these out, or do them in advance when the muse hits me. Work has been crazy, and as much as it's given me some good stories, it really saps my creativity.

That's about it, getting tired and I'm going to cut this short. More to come tomorrow.

Later...

MiddleMan

Serial Sunday Part 2...

2009-06-14T02:30:00.000-04:00

I hate to say this, but I'm glad that the first part is over.

My biggest problem with writing has always been the beginning and the end. I have (what I believe) is a good story, but I'm always unsure of how to start, and how to finish. The Mid-wife even had to yell at me last week to, "Leave it alone!", and "Go to bed!" as I was sitting there, fretting over the keyboard. But, I did finally let it go and publish it as is.

I say this but I'll still check it over again after this post...

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You Lost Me...

A serial story

By MiddleMan

Part Two

Climbing out of the shower, Craig nearly found the floor the first time he stepped onto the tile. He grabbed a towel, and, as he dried himself off, he glanced around at the steamy bathroom, trying to remember something...

It was when he saw the now soggy and slightly-but-still-vomit-covered shoes that he remembered that he still had work to do. He grabbed the sneakers and a scrub brush and attempted to not let the smell make him spew again as he got them as clean as he could.

He was almost done when he was interrupted by his sister, banging on the door and asking him to, "Get his ass in gear!", again. Making sure that his towel was cinched up around his waist, he grabbed the sneakers then opened the door to see his sister about to scream again. At that point he caught her by surprise by shoving the now soaking sneakers right into her arms. She was so shocked, all she could squeak was, "Did you shower with these?"

"Yes, I thought it'd thrill you to imagine them near my nude body!" he said right before slamming the door in her face. That didn't help his headache, but he didn't care.

The stunned silence lasted less than he'd hoped. "C'mon and get out! I need to use the bathroom!" It was sure that she wasn't going to back down just because her shirt was now wet.

"Use the one downstairs," he answered.

"I can't, Mom's using it to develop film again!" her whining came through the door.

"All right, hold on," he groaned. He put himself together, quietly seething about his mother's new hobby. It had taken over a good part of the other bathroom, and, since it was only a month old, probably going to grow in coverage.

He opened the door, about to say something witty on the way out, but he suddenly found his head being used as a makeshift shoe rack. "You're not finished! Put them someplace sunny, so they air out!" she snickered as she ran past into the bathroom. The door slammed shut before he could put them where the sun didn't shine.

Walking back to his room, he realized that he was never going to win with his sister, as he dropped her sneakers near the cat's litterbox.

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Later, he walked out of his door and regretted that he never bought a pair of cheap sunglasses. The day was bright and clear; the only storm was slowly abating in his head. He looked at his bike, which looked like he had just left it to its own means after he rode it home from Jim's house last night.

"That's it! This all Jim's fault!" he reasoned to himself, "If I hadn't gone to his party, none of this would have happened." Why Jim also invited that Bitch was another thing he couldn't fathom. He hopped on his bike and pumped as fast as he could deal with over to Linda's

He had spent most of the party trying not get in "glaring contests" with her, but had little luck. He was without Kelly, due to her parents dragging her away on a day trip, and the bitch seeming to be without the morbid little sycophant that usually clung to her leg like a greasy tick.

He remembered that the living room they sat in was suddenly empty of everyone else but himself and her. (Apparently, someone had mentioned something about dares and skinny-dipping, and that; along with the combination of too much alcohol; had caused a mass exodus out to the swimming pool.) Both of them tried to ignore the other's existence until the quiet made her speak.

"Soooo, where's Linda?"

"Out with her parents, looking at schools," he stated as coldly as he could, "Where's your extra appendage?"

"Asshole! His name is Jeffery, and he'd kick your ass if you said that to his face!" She sneered at him, then suddenly got almost sad, "I don't know where he is."

She got up and walked to the window. Craig thought he should leave the room and give her space, but he found himself walking towards her. It was only when he found his hand reaching up to touch her shoulder that he shocked himself with his actions. Why was he feeding her call for attention so blatently?

Before either of them could speak, he held her face and brought his head down into a kiss. He felt her lips part slowly as they merged with his, gradually starting follow each other's curve of the mouth. Her smell of lilacs and musk captivated his nose, as he flet her suddenly grab a hold of his bottom lip with her teeth. At this, she suddenly stopped and said...

"DO I KNOW YOU!?!" screamed the grey blur that tossed him from his bike and onto the grass, "AM I ME?"

Before he could answer he found his head assulted with the rear tire of his bike, then watched as the lights went out around him...

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More to come next week...

Later,

MiddleMan

Solidarity Saturday...

2009-06-13T22:16:00.000-04:00

I promise that alliterations will not be a constant thing...

From a number of blogs I frequent; Skepchick, Pharyngula, Panda's Thumb, and a score of others I have forgotten, but are just as important.

It seems that Casey Luskin of the Discovery Institute (of Creation Knowledge Specialists); hereafter known as DICKS: has been very, very bad. Not only does he lie to his followers on the Discovery Institutes's website, he lies on national TV, as shown in this video below by one of my favorite YouTubers, DonExodus2:

OK, you say, he lies, big deal. The only people harmed by this are the fools that follow him.

First off, those "fools" vote, and not in their own best interests at times. The school board issue now going on in Texas has been one of many proofs of concept that Creation Science is bad for science education and bad for political discourse.

But, I'm getting off topic: the problem is that Casey and DICKS have decided to do do something both bad and stupid (a dangerous combination) - file a FALSE DMCA.

This something which - at the least - is a distraction for YouTube. Unfortunately, if YouTube's former reactions to the filing of DMCAs (either true, false, or ambiguous), this can become very messy, very quickly.

So DonExodus2 has asked people to embed and mirror his videos all over, to show our solidarity against this kind of censorship. The video below explains further:

So here's my small part. I'm leaving both of these up as long as I can.

DonExodus2 is also considering legal action, which I hope ends up as a huge media event that makes DonExodus2 and the rest of the pro-scientific community very happy; has YouTube make changes in how it deals with DMCAs; and make DICKS look like a bunch of... uh, dicks.

Sadly, this has had precedence before. But, I think what Thunderf00t did to his menace has it's merits.

That last one still makes me giggle...

Later...

MiddleMan

And Now I Go Crazy...

2009-06-12T21:47:00.001-04:00

Ahem...

IT'S BLUEBERRY SEASON!!!

Blueberries in my cereal! Blueberries in my salad! Blueberries in my dessert!

BLUEBERRY! BLUEBERRY! BLUEBERRY! KITTIES AND BLUEBERRY! BLUEBERRY?

Bluuuuuuuuuue-Berrrrrrrrrrrrrries!

If I'm lucky we'll pick fresh Blueberries near my in-law's upstate cabin!

Bilberry <-------Not a Blueberry.

Ahem...

That is all.

Until October, that is...

Later,

MiddleMan

Did you hear that...?

2009-06-11T12:44:00.000-04:00

At work...

Patiently Zero'd neighbor comes to my doorway. "Was that you who coughed?" she asked.

"What?"

"I just heard a nasty cough. I was wondering if it was you."

"No," I replied, "You think it's the Swine Flu? You know that was probably just someone sick from this lousy weather." It's been crappy since last week.

"Oh, I know but it takes a couple of days for it to show," was the reply.

I have the feeling that this is going to happen a lot in the coming weeks. (Sigh)

More Later...

MiddleMan

Wedensday, woo-woo...?

2009-06-10T21:44:00.000-04:00

Real quick post, the Mid-Wife is feelin' randy...

Just something I saw on Bad Astronomy that makes me giggle...

Chiropocalypse!

Later,

-MiddleMan

Oink, I think...?

2009-06-09T21:01:00.000-04:00

I'm going to have to be careful about what I say in this next post, since it concerns work...

I was asked to assist someone yesterday who (we'll call him Patiently Zero'd) was having problems with using his company laptop from home. I checked it out and discovered the problem was that the applications he had on it were out of date with the system and wouldn't work remotely from the network. This meant that he needed to come in and connect directly with the network for me to get him working again. With that decided, I scheduled to have him come in really early the next day.

Not a half hour later, his manager came to my door, "You get that taken care of for Zero'd?"

"Unfortunately, no," I told him, "I can't fix it remotely, so he needs to come in."

"Are you Ok with that?"

"Ok with what?"

He got a very concerned look on his face, "He's been exposed to H1N1." (Like it was a type of report to fill out.)

I had to bite my tongue before I got myself fired for saying the following:

-"The Swine Flu? Are you out of your mind?"

-"Actually, I've gotten bored of life and figured, what the hell!"

-"That's the cool zombie virus, right?

-"You've to be f**kin' kiddin' me!"

I took it in stride and told him that I didn't think there was any issue, but I would take precautions.

"Ok, just make sure he doesn't go anywhere but his office," he said before leaving.

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Today I was running late getting in, and I was hoping that I wouldn't be too late to meet with the leper... I mean, Patiently Zero'd, before anyone else saw him and made a fuss. I made it upstairs and ran from the elevator to my room, not noticing him walking out of his office.

"Ah, gah! I mean, good! You're here!" I said with complete surprise and not a bit of style.

"Hope I didn't scare you," he joked. I walked to my room with him following. "Just give me a minute," I said, "I just want to put my stuff down, and we'll get this done quickly." I looked at him and saw that he looked perfectly well; just the same as when I saw him last week. "You obviously aren't sick. Why are they making you the social pariah?"

"Well my girlfriend was exposed at work, so we got a checkup from the doctor," his smile shrunk two sizes as he said that, "Thankfully we both received a clean bill of health."

"That's good! But, why are you still working from home?"

He sighed and said, "Corporate policy." Those two words never go good with anything. Not even in the face of zombie apocalypse.

He explained that due to health department regulations they had to send a letter to his work informing that, "While he has not shown any signs of the Flu, he has had contact with someone who was." As per corporate overkill, this was something sent throughout the department and group, letting everyone know that he had been exposed and was persona non grata for the next week and a half.

I shook my head and promised to help with anything I could to help him out. I finished the updates on his laptop and asked him to email me if he had any problems. As I was walking out, he asked,"Why wasn't I worried about getting the Swine Flu?"

"My wife works as a nurse. And she tells me there are worse things out there that are more communicable, and tend to leave lasting damage if they don't kill you. I figure, what's a few aches, pains and high fever between friends in comparison?"

On that up note, I will take this time to say...

Later,

MiddleMan

What size sheet do you wear? A4, or Legal...?

2009-06-08T19:38:00.000-04:00

A quick post today.

I was doing laundry yesterday before we went out and I got into a discussion with a couple of ladies in the building. One of them talked about how tried she was to do laundry, and she wished that they made clothes that you wear once, then throw them away.

Cue the all-knowing nerd-boy.

At that point I had to tell her about paper clothes.

Something from a much more innocent time, where the rampant consumerist culture wasn't something that would doom future generations. Where recycling was only for tin cans, and fashion changed a quickly as people changed their... Well, uh, clothing.

So something like this is a novelty and not something that we use today, right?

Well, ever been stuck in the hospital? Ever got those paper slippers in the appropriately-shaped Kleenex box? That's not the only thing hospitals use made to be cheap and disposable.

Later,

MiddleMan

Sunday, Sunday...

2009-06-07T22:14:00.000-04:00

Had a good day with the Mid-Wife and her family. We went into Brooklyn for a family get-together and a side trip to a neighborhood street fair. I ate too much, spent too much, and had a great end to a damn-near perfect weekend.

So, where to go from here? Well, as I said before, I decided to start a blog for a number of reasons; the major one being that I wanted to work on my writing skills before going too public with any story or article. I have been told by more professional writers than I can shake a pencil at that the best way to get good at writing was to write every day.

So here we are at day two... and I've decided to try out something new for me. Two of my biggest problems in writing is how to start an article/story and when to end it. I always admired writers who could break things up into discrete chunks without losing the story for the reader. By that I mean, the serial story.

I know there are tons of serial story blogs out there, and I don't expect this to be the best of them, but I want to try this out and see what people think. I will be happy to hear what think.

So, I'll just start it off right here...

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You Lost Me...

A serial story

By MiddleMan

Part One

He felt relieved to remember how to open his eyes, but disgusted that his current state made the need for remembering necessary and painfully unrewarding.

He glared about his room from his bed, but the no matter where he looked, everything seemed to packed in cotton and glass shards as far as his eyes were concerned. Even his normally sedate bookshelves screamed with every color that graced each spine.

"At least it's quiet," he told himself as quietly in his mind as he could muster. He was grateful for that, considering all of his senses were as sensitive as they were shredded.

What did he do last night? What was his crime? He scoured all of his most recent thoughts until he came up with two that seemed to make the most sense: he drank too much (no shit, Sherlock), and he kissed...

"That bitch!" he said more over than under his breath than intended. She was the reason he drank so much. That red-haired, eternally pissed-off... Wait... Did he kiss her while he was drunk, or before? He suddenly grew doubtful that he had done the former, and feared that he had done the second. That he had kissed her sober.

As this was doing cartwheels in his head, he found himself musing over what other stupid things he may have done...

His ears made sure that any more thoughts were long in coming when they painfully reported that someone was hammering on his door with sharp little knuckles. "Craig, get your ass up and get out here!" Crap, his sister, Kelly. What could she possibly want?

Jumping out of bed with more might than he thought he could muster, he lunged for the door, almost tripping over the pile of clothes that he could have sworn moved directly in his path as he dodged them. He opened the door, and just got out, "What's the matt...?" before a pair of sneaker were thrust into his arms. Recently vomited on sneakers. Sneakers which looked a lot like his sister's favorite pair - only now vomit colored in spots.

With a kick to his shin, she ended this conversation with, "Clean this up, jackass! If you ever do that again, I intend to kick higher next time!", and strode off into the hallway like she was going to find another target for her wrath. Craig felt he got off easy.

With one mystery solved that he really could have lived without; he limped down the hall to the bathroom to clean the sneakers, and his now matching vomit stained undershirt. He got about halfway before another voice broke his concentration. His mother's.

"Craig! Linda's on the phone!" she said in her way-too-matronly-nice voice she used when acting as the family answering machine.

Tossing the sneakers into what he hoped would be the direction of the tub, he made an attempt to collect the upstairs phone without breaking his stride. He picked up the phone and said as clearly as his tongue would let him, "Hi, Honey! How are you this morning?" His headache made this less sincere than he meant it to be.

"Don't 'Honey' me! Get your self together, and meet me NOW!" came the voice on the other line. This was followed next by the four words no man wants to hear: "We have to talk!"

He meekly agreed and hung up the phone to continue trudging to the bathroom. He had hoped that he wouldn't have heard from her until later in the day, but the grapevine worked so much quicker than drunken reflexes.

His only thought right before hitting the shower was, "Is it a bad thing to make something up about a bad thing? Especially when you can't remember what it was?"

This enigma was soon drowned in the sound and sensation of hot water cascading down his aching body.

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Sorry this post is long and late, but I wanted it to be just right before I posted it. I will pick up this story next Serial Sunday.

Until tomorrow...

MiddleMan

First Blog...

2009-06-06T19:02:00.000-04:00

OK, I've been meaning to do this for awhile. and today my wife finally got tired of me griping and told me to, "Start the damn thing already!"

So here it is...

I like writing more and more as I grow older. When I was a kid, having to write, "What I did on my summer vacation", was a chore from Satan's armpit. I hated writing.

Don't get me wrong, I've always loved other people's stories and articles. I mean, I was the stereotypical "Book-worm-nerd". People would always find with my nose in a book, rather than out socializing with the other kids.

I even remember my favorite place to read as a kid - in my bedroom closet with an old desk lamp stretched to its cord's limit. Honestly, I hid there because I was the second youngest of six kids, and partial to the rare gems of privacy and quiet in my large family. I even remember how embarrassed my mother was that she had to yell at me to "get out of the closet" in front of her friends. (Nowadays I get the joke, thank you.)

But, I was aware of the power those pages held: from the Sci-Fi stories that fed my geeky imagination; to the hard science texts where I learned the facts about existence; to the myths and fantasy novels that I ran to to get away from those facts when they became too real. Reading was my gateway to other realms, and I loved them all.

It wasn't until my hatred of writing came to a head that I realized that it could utilize this power myself.

I was a young acne warrior in high school with no patience for others; much less teachers that taught subjects I didn't care about: like Creative Writing for English Class. My teacher at the time was losing her patience with me and told me that I was close to failing if I didn't shape up soon. I took this challenge and decided that if I was going to fail, I was going to fail on my own terms. I took two of her assignments and merged them together into a science-fiction story of mutants, misery and bloodshed that only comes out of sheer teen angst. I singed my name to it and handed it in, damn the consequences!

And she loved it.

She loved it enough that she gave it an A- (for not being what she asked for) and said I should add to it and get it published.

I thought she was crazy. It was like my anger was being flung back to me with a, "Good Job!", rather than a condemnation it was screaming for. I still think she said what she did because I did actually put some passion into what I was writing. I even have the old story saved somewhere (not publishing it here, sorry), and I still see the fury that made the story live for me.

It only dawned on me soon after that it was the fury that made the story something she wanted to read more of. That much of the power of writing is in the telling of the story.

So here I am now, after years of putting it off, I'm, going to start writing on a regular basis. Hopefully I can work it out so that if it starts to be a chore, I'll just challenge myself and see where it goes from there.

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to try something I haven't done in awhile here. I hope I'm up to the challenge.

Later,

MiddleMan

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I'm Baaaaaaack!!!

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Felonious Friday...

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Solidarity Saturday...

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Oink, I think...?

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First Blog...