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Eight years later

The finger wounds that started to bug me over the weekend were actually a return of the dyshidrotic eczema that has plagued me periodically throughout my life. Usually, when it appears, it is painful and irritating for a couple of weeks, then it goes away. Except in the summer/fall of 2004, it just kept getting worse, and worse, and worse, until I had eczema patches everywhere and several fingers were so blistered and hideously swollen that I could barely use them. There was a point where I joked that my eczema was some kind of barometer showing the likelihood of…

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Going naked

Back during the Clinton years (remember those?) when Democrats failed to pass "Hillarycare," Paul and I had a debate with my parents about health care reform. I wasn’t a huge fan of the Clinton plan, I thought it was weak and vague. But the conflict with my parents wasn’t about the specifics of that plan, per se. It was really more about whether some kind of sweeping health care insurance reform was needed at all. Their attitude seemed to be: they had good insurance (through Boeing) and didn’t see the need for a change and were afraid that any change…

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My life in a long ramble

(Started at 5:30 this morning.) Why am I up? I could be hungry. If I go to bed hungry I can’t sleep through the night. But I don’t always realize at first that I am hungry, it takes a while for me to be awake enough to recognize that feeling. It could be anxiety/excitement (which often feel remarkably similar). Today at 7:40 pm I get on a train going south to Seattle. Then tomorrow I go and make sure that I’m not dying of plague, so that I can start my new job as a web developer for Seattle Children’s…

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I’m sure something is wrong with my biorhythms

Or the voodoo saints are annoyed with me. Or I used up all my good karma points and now I need to rack up some bad ones. Or, something. That would explain why, just a couple of weeks after I broke my butt, I would get laid off. What I do: I am a web designer and developer. I make websites look pretty, and also make them do all that fancy stuff that they do. If the acronyms HTML, CSS, PHP, ASP, SQL and JS mean anything to you, then you know what I do. If the acronym CMS means…

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Christmas in Suburbia

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It’s almost Christmas and I’m sitting in the exercise room. It used to be my brother Michael’s room. Then I think it was the sewing room, but now the room that used to be my room is the sewing room, unless John’s old room is now the sewing room. At some point, everything was the sewing room.

I’m menaced by an assortment of enormous machines: a folding treadmill; a Bowflex, which resembles a medieval torture device; a "Power Ramp" which is sort of like an overgrown stairstepper; and the "Pilates Performer" which looks like a bench that slides on giant rubber bands. There’s also a big inflatable green ball in the corner. In front of me is a book on how to use this ball. And there is also a video about how to use this ball.

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The scary spider closet

Or, why, sometimes it might be better just to not touch anything. So, our Halloween party decorations are in a storage closet. This storage closet also contains occasional-use items like camping equipment, as well as a great many boxes of “I don’t think I can just throw this out, and yet, I have no real use for it” items awaiting the next round of ARC donations (clothing, household items) or whatever it would that might cause someone to need two entire boxes of World Horror Convention 2001 program books. Sometime during the summer, this closet became infested with spiders. It’s…

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