Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A, select, start. That’s right, you know what I’m talking about. No use in denying it. The infinite lives cheat code for Contra on old-school Nintendo. Anyone that took a single adolescent or teenage breath in the 1980s knows that code. Like most people, I got to the…
Category: MSN Spaces
These are the posts that started it all back in the summer of 2005. A girl I’d been chatting with on MSN Messenger said, “I’m thinking about getting a Myspace.”
She
She is a modern-day superhero. She’s smart. She’s funny. She’s gorgeous. She is, without a doubt, the strongest person I know. She is the glue that holds her family together during the darkest of days. She is the coach, cheerleader, chauffeur, and filmographer for her favorite athletes. She is the voice of reason in desperate…
Responsibility, what’s that?
I have a confession to make. The first 23 years and 322 days of my life I was the poster boy for what’s wrong with my generation… politically. I happily (and consciously, mind you) bunched myself in with the pathetically apathetic group of nonvoting twentysomethings. I viewed politics as nothing more than semantics. “Why should…
Kids do the darndest things
Don’t they? Everyone has a story about watching a child do something completely off the wall. And the best part about those stories, is the fact that you can hang them over this person’s head for a lifetime. Considering that I was the very definition of ADHD as a child, I unknowingly created many opportunities for…
A bit of foreshadowing?
We were inseparable from the moment we met. Mutual friends secretly set up a “chance” meeting at a party one night Labor Day weekend while I was in town. She, a crush I had harbored for almost a year. I was the lucky guy that happened to catch her eye the night before. I knew I…
When you sleep just to dream…
It was one of those mornings where you wake up heartbroken. It was only a dream? But it seemed so real! Every image so clear. Every smell distinct. Every feeling so intense. You try to will yourself back to sleep and continue dreaming, because you know it has worked on a few occasions. You just…
Straitjacket
claus·tro·pho·bi·a , n. – Abormal fear of being in narrow or enclosed spaces. Claustrophobics are pansies. Just kidding. Well, sort of. I was claustrophobic at one time, back in the day. You want a cure for claustrophobia? Try being paralyzed. Seriously. That will alleviate all of your concerns about confined spaces. There is no tighter space to be trapped…
Square blocks, round holes
Everybody had a version of that toy as toddlers. You know, that board with various shapes cut into it, and the matching blocks that fit them. As a child, you try to force the wrong shapes into the wrong holes, relentlessly. As adults, we find ourselves playing that very same game, just on a broader…
To my “Million” critics
~ WARNING: If you have not yet seen the movie Million Dollar Baby ~ ~ SKIP OVER THIS ENTRY, AND GO WATCH IT ~ For those of you who have, welcome. You just got a glimpse inside the beginning of my life as a quadriplegic. But tell me the secrecy kept about the ending is not borderline…
I know you are wondering…
“If you are a quadriplegic, like you say you are, how in the heck do you type?” Ah… the million-dollar question. Given that I am in fact completely paralyzed, it would seem strange how I keep popping out random thoughts on my blog at a fairly decent rate. Until somewhat recently, quadriplegics that wanted to…
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