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Living in the Dark Ages

Early last week, the internet at my house went down. I wasn’t too concerned. It was likely just a router issue–happens all too often–so I went and reset it. That didn’t fix the problem. This escalated the problem from minor concern to minor annoyance. I was going to have to call the internet peoples and have them perform their voodoo on the connection. And they were probably going to want me to hook my laptop up directly to the router instead of just using the wireless, which meant I’d have to find an ethernet cable somewhere. It is a hard […]

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Patience. Wearing. Thin.

I’ve said before that it takes energy for me to be out schmoozing and talking to people in public. It’s like a rechargeable battery for me, and if I don’t get the time away from people I need to be able to let it recharge, my ability to smoothly navigate all social situations begins to degrade. My rechargeable batter is running on empty. More than. What does that mean? It means I’ve got a shorter temper than normal. I say things out loud that the reasonable Bryce would never come close to saying. I have little patience for mistakes–in me

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It Costs HOW MUCH to Raise a Child?

Warning. I’m irate. Borderline enraged. Granted, it’s a librarian-fueled sort of irate, but my hackles are officially in the upright and raised position. Why, you ask? Because of this article on CNN this morning. In a nutshell, it’s claiming that it costs $245,000 to raise a child from birth to age 18–college not included. And I am seeing red. For a variety of reasons. First off, the outlandish claim of the article. According to its math, it will cost me $735,000 to raise my three children, and since my kids were born between 2004 and 2013, (9 years apart, all

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HBO and Netflix: Please Stop Pornifying Good Shows

I get it, HBO. You’ve got a good thing going in the whole TV series gig. People are flocking to watch your offerings, and I can’t blame them. You consistently produce some really fine television, filled with gripping plots, complex characters, intriguing settings, and porn. Not porn porn, I’m sure you’ll explain. But when you have to start offering disclaimers that involve the word “penetration” anywhere in them, then I think we can all agree that you’re splitting hairs by that point. The fact is you show graphic sex so much in your shows that pop culture came up with a

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A Real Pain in the Neck

So remember my little post about life in a dorm from a few days ago? I do. Because although I only spent one evening in that dorm, I’ve taken with me a little memento that just keeps on chugging: my older body is apparently not quite up to the same feats of strength my 18 year old body was capable of back in the day. I’ve had a sharp pain in the middle of my neck since that dorm stay. Whenever I tell Denisa about these aches and pains, she always wants to do something about it. Heating pad? Ice

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