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Text-only blogging since 2002.
About Me
- Squelch
- Zach, a.k.a. "Squelch," is allegedly an independent filmmaker and professional father. Sources have been unable to confirm this, however.
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2002
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September
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- Depression is only mildly amusing. Had another ner...
- So much to do...
- What is the threshold of betrayal beyond which for...
- Make an outline!
- Irrational Exuberance.
- There are ENTIRE WORLDS hidden in the clutter on m...
- Oh, would anyone like to shoot me a copy of Final ...
- Fix It In Post. A long, long time ago, Rex and I s...
- If you can't think, link. I am now addicted to Ms....
- My wife has now had red hair for a week and a day....
- I really should blog at 6 in the morning when my m...
- Speaks Volumes. From the colophon to David Pogue's...
- Dweeb Marries Swede.
- D-Day. (K-Day?)
- Phew. We just got the phone bill from when E was ...
- Self-esteem is an important quality. If anyone ha...
- School shootings. My first play was a skit I wrote...
- Why I'm a failure.
- Hey, Clarence: if E doesn't go to sleep soon, I'll...
- That's why he's a Beatle, and I'm just a f--ing bl...
- The one that got away. I wrote a really witty blog...
- PTSD? The tears started--where else?--reading the ...
- My friend Mike sent me this response to my entry a...
- And at this moment one year ago, I was probably re...
- Still thinking about it. I guess at some point eve...
- Thanks.
- GO TO BED. I will say that my mood seems to clearl...
- I haven't been getting to sleep early enough latel...
- I'm not making this up. Took a hike through Green...
- It's open mic night tonight at the New Deal Cafe, ...
- I wrote this in a text editor at 10 A.M. today, bu...
- There, that's much better.
- Hm. I found a problem. The date header shows onl...
- Whew! Always keep a backup of your template, kids...
- Next week: in the style of Jerry Springer.
- As fun as that was, there's an even better example...
- Run, Huggies, Run.
- "Damn, but I forgot how much I love the theatre." ...
- What we say to the dog. Buddy! Go to bed!
- I'm not eight years old anymore.
- E cries and I hear Harry Dean Stanton dying in Alien.
- Well, on the whole, life is good. I don't know wh...
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