Grayson Christopher Duane was born today at 1:16 PM, weighing 8 Ibs 3oz. The news came to be between classes, while I was working my way through Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close for a paper, and frankly, it caught me completely off-guard! I had known it was going to happen today, Chris had mentioned it in an email a few days back, giving ( Read more... )

Unemployment has certainly been a step up from the self-destructive quicksand vortex of the thrift shop, giving me time to pull myself out of the rut I'd been locked into for the past half-year and getting my head back in the game. I'm still doing class all day Tuesdays and Thursdays, with most every other day open for resume buildin' and the ( Read more... )

I’m not sure if it’s the sudden loss of more than half (see: two) of our staff over the past month, or the steady increase of crippling retardation I’ve witnessed in the labor grunts, but god damn is work starting to suck balls. What was once a pretty badass setup of getting paid to drink coffee and watch movies with the other clerks has become a ( Read more... )

I recently became aware of an interesting phenomenon that I assume occurred sometime between my graduation from Westford Academy and my second semester at Umass Dartmouth: I no longer found myself afraid of anything. For some strange, literally inexplicable reason, I randomly just gained the ability to calmly handle any situation with absolute ( Read more... )

I forget if I mentioned this before, but a longtime friend of mine is moving out to California and he was looking to drive his family's CRV cross-country, from hereabouts (Boston area) to a place near San Diego called Irvine. This likely being the last I'd spend time with the man, in person, it struck me as the perfect opportunity to see him off in ( Read more... )

I asked Shaw about the apartment today and he tells me it's likely he won't get into Umass Boston, I assume on account of his late admission, meaning he won't be getting a place with me in Boston and I'm basically stuck trying to find a new roommate before the semester begins. While on one hand I'm seething with rage due to his complete and utter ( Read more... )

So I've recently been having a number of dreams about James MacDonald, my best friend from high school. The first few were your average dream fare: we're lost in some giant building searching for our way out, occasionally forgetting what we were doing and ending up at concerts or whatever. I kinda don't remember. BUT THE MOST RECENT ONE took place ( Read more... )

...there we go. Add in some gray hair, a massive gut, pit stains, the horrible ravages of old age, and a generally more red-faced complexion, and BAM. My boss. I wrote him a note a few weeks back asking for a raise and he kind of ignored it... naturally, I told him I was ready to put my two weeks in (cuase I mean, come now. I could get paid more ( Read more... )