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Rubblebucket Tours for "Omega La La" LP, Sings Omega Lullabye for Evie

Rubblebucket Tours for “Omega La La” LP, Sings Omega Lullabye for Evie

I was already off work this week, attempting to help the wife keep our almost 3-week-old daughter from sabotaging sanity and sleep alike, but it was Rubblebucket that really made my week. It’s one thing to take perverse joy in the knowledge that your coworkers are handling all the “TPS reports” without you, and another...
A Photographic Rebuttal of a Plumber's Anti-Cat Tirade

A Photographic Rebuttal of a Plumber’s Anti-Cat Tirade

On April 15th, 2010, on a blog that is now defunct, resting in cyberspace like a Web site corpse on display in a mausoleum (just like Lenin in Red Square), I wrote the post below about a plumber who plagued our pipes with his presence. He also bombarded us with life advice, as if he...
An Open Letter to Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips: Feed Us a Gummy Fetus

An Open Letter to Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips: Feed Us a Gummy Fetus

Dear Mr. Coyne: Yesterday when you were visiting Love Garden here in Lawrence, KS (See local blogger @heartlocalmusic‘s entry about this here, readers), selling gummy fetuses that contained flash-drives filled with Flaming Lips-love, the wife and I were watching our equally gummy-looking fetus on a sonogram monitor at Lawrence Memorial Hospital. You see, my wife Becki...
Vlad's Vlog 3: Revisiting the Zoo of My Childhood as an Adult

Vlad’s Vlog 3: Revisiting the Zoo of My Childhood as an Adult

My parents used to take me to the Kansas City Zoo when I was a child. I remember it well (or at least I thought I did.). I used to beg to see the “flumbingoes” (Is that right, Mom and Dad?) and the sea lions, and probably also wanted to take all of the colossal...
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words (or a T-shirt) - Giveaway!

A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words (or a T-shirt) – Giveaway!

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then it should also be worth at least a T-shirt. I mean, don’t you think? That being said, I want to host a little contest here on my blog. See the horrific photo below? There is a true and truly terrifying story behind it. There are people...
Back When I Hid Behind the Rocking Chair to Do My Business: Snapshots of a Whippersnapper

Back When I Hid Behind the Rocking Chair to Do My Business: Snapshots of a Whippersnapper

When I was a toddler, I apparently used to hide behind the rocking chair when I wanted to fill my pants with miracles. I needed a private place for special moments such as these. Here, Mom caught me in the act. The nerve she had! Would I take a picture of her on the toilet?...
Chad is Going to Be a Dad. Be Glad! (Or Afraid.) Pictures at 11 Weeks.

Chad is Going to Be a Dad. Be Glad! (Or Afraid.) Pictures at 11 Weeks.

Words We Took With Us Into War: Meditations on Marriage

Words We Took With Us Into War: Meditations on Marriage

Since I have OCD, I suppose there was something entirely appropriate – even unsurprising – about the fact that, when I asked my dad to preside at my wedding, I provided him with quotes for his homily that drew exclusively upon writers who published under initials rather than using their first names: G. K. Chesterton, C. S....
Let's Get Monochromatic!

Let’s Get Monochromatic!

In the fall of 1999 I was in Bruce West’s black and white film class at Missouri State University.  I found a collection of photos from that class in an old brown paper sack and decided it was high time I gave them their due on the Web.  I spent hours in the darkroom, developing...
Me and the Half-Pint: When We Were Young

Me and the Half-Pint: When We Were Young

Alyssa and I on our driveway in Odessa, MO.  She was my slave, and I made her pull me everywhere.  This led to the atrophy of my leg muscles, which caused me to place 4th out of 4 in my elementary school track meet. I used to dress Alyssa up in all sorts of costumes....
In a Galaxy Not So Far Away in My Bedroom

In a Galaxy Not So Far Away in My Bedroom

The Hairdo That Ate Missouri

The Hairdo That Ate Missouri

My hair started thinning in 1997.  But before it turned traitor on me, it was huge.  If I had tried to end it all by jumping off of a tall building and landing on my head, my hair would have saved my life.  It was like having a hairspray-reinforced trampoline on my head. The 1st...