I hate the TV.
Maybe this is due to the inevitable descent into grumpy old manhood, though I prefer to think that it stems from a certain good taste that comes with a longer time on this planet. Whatever the case, I can’t stand to watch television these days. With very rare exceptions it seems that every [...]
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Oh my love do not fear, Satan’s army will never win
But he did give a damn about steel
Jud asks, appropriately, “what happened to the cheery Chris?”
Well, Jud, I’ve got a job that I hate but can’t quit. In my second job, I’m spending my weekends busting my ass to get lectures done that my undergraduates yawn through. I’ve got a sick kid and sick partner and have been cleaning up far too [...]
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