Of Dark Alleys and Childhood Romance

I woke up in the middle of a dream this morning. Somewhere amidst the sound of my daughter knocking on my bedroom door with extreme urgency and the dog whining and nudging my hand to get me out of bed, I remember seeing a face in my dream that I haven’t seen in my dreams since I was in Junior High. I briefly exchanged assurances with my daughter about how I would give her a ride to school since she’d missed the bus and then I sat up and felt like smacking my forehead to see if that would cause brain function to restart.

For the love of God, why was I dreaming about Wil Wheaton?

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The Soft Underpinnings of a Nerd.

The first indication that one might have that I am a complete and total nerd comes from simply walking into my house and looking at the kitchen counter. Right now, it’s in its natural state and I don’t wish to take a picture because there are empty crystal light packets sitting on it, so allow me to paint one with words.

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