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Artists gone bad

What might Marion Zimmer Bradley, Ike Turner, and Rolf Harris have in common? Answer: They have grievously sinned, and it has cost them some of their fans.

Repeat: some of their fans.

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Tossing and turning

“I couldn’t sleep at all last night,” says the song. I, of course, know it too well.

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Let the sunshine in

You remember the old saying, right? “The Internet: where men are men, women are men, and children are FBI agents.” Sometimes I wonder if I remember it too well.

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Out of sync

How can you be subjected to peer pressure when you don’t have any peers?

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Spread too thin

I tend to pay no attention to my dreams unless they’re really off the wall. But what if one of them might be trying to tell me something?

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Just another girl

She never really wanted to be anything else.

Update, 9 July: Everything apparently came off well.

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On the edge of the abyss

What can you say about a sixteen-year-old kid who may be dying? And what, as a 60-year-old in tolerable health, can I possibly say?

Update, 9 June: It appears that the kid’s lease on life is a lot less tenuous than he said it was.

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Mr. Rodger’s neighborhood

Surprisingly, the population is fairly dense, for several definitions of “dense.”

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CDO

Yeah, that’s me, though not necessarily in that order.

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The pounding of the heart

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Utter twaddle

Seriously: how much does it matter if someone is wrong on the Internet?

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The crack of noon

Were I independently wealthy and generally unencumbered, I’d have no problem getting out of bed that late. Unfortunately, I am neither of those things.

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Look away

Not so far away, there’s a blonde in her middle sixties who can rock tight contemporary jeans better than the teenager up the block. She is, of course, spoken for. Even if she weren’t, though, I have no business even mentioning it.

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Baby’s brain and an old man’s heart

Took eighteen years to get this far.

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The taxman stayeth

There’s something fundamentally wrong with a tax code that routinely costs ordinary people many hours and dollars every single year, and not just for taxes either.

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Somewhere unintended

I had no idea I was even heading in this direction; I’m as surprised as you are. Maybe more so.

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Try not to look

Once upon a time, fashion was intended to serve the time-honored function of making sure that boy meets girl. (There always were, and still are, other combinations possible, but they require a bit more specialization, or so it seems to me.) Today, the dynamic is utterly different.

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Toil and trouble

There was a time when people would think to themselves “You know, this job sucks,” but then pushed that thought out of their minds and finished the job, because that’s what you’re supposed to do.

That time was, um, earlier this week.

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Staying the course

There are times, admittedly not often, when you might actually want to vote for an incumbent. This is one of those times.

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I hurt myself today

No, I’m not going all Trent Reznor all of a sudden. But damn, I don’t remember being this fragile.

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The ride never ends

“Life is a roller coaster that we all ride,” 10cc once declared.

I never did like roller coasters.

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Memory editing

Previous version of [remembered object] exists. Replace?

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Hardware blues

Consider this a brief summation of what goes through your head as you desperately search for ways to keep this old clunker running for just a few more weeks. And by “you,” I of course mean “me.”

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More random rants

You’ve seen this concept before; I’m hoping that enough time has elapsed since then to allow me to do the same thing again.

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Of people and pronouns

Shorter version: if “people” = “yes” than “it” = “not appropriate.” If it gets complicated after that, well, so do people.

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Going to eleven

Nothing Tufnel about it: that just happens to be the number of questions being asked. (Blame Roger.)

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Unfinished business

If I understand things correctly — and who says I do? — it won’t actually be finished so long as I’m breathing.

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So this is Christmas

Remember when the holidays weren’t politicized to a fare-thee-well? Well, I do.

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The little red heart

Where did it come from? What did it mean? And why is it sitting on my desk?

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My very best friends

There is friendship, and there is magic. And there are times when it might take the latter to bring about the former.

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