Sunday Slag

It’s been a pretty lazy Sunday. I mean, I’ve done stuff. I watched some of a documentary about Divine called I Am Divine. I really liked what I saw but had to shut it off as the kiddos started to wake up and they had just gotten into Divine’s history with “The Cockettes” in the […]

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Spring Break

We’ve arrived at that time of the year where many Midwesterners flock to Florida and pretend they’re not Midwesterners. College kids drinking dangerously close to mental annihilation and exhibiting behavior that would’ve made Nero blush. But here in Jhubner73 headquarters we don’t do that kind of nonsense. What’s spring break mean for us? Not a […]

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Nightmares and other great memories

I once had this dream that I was inside Dracula’s castle. It wasn’t Bela Lugosi’s, Frank Langella’s, Chris Sarandon’s, Gary Oldman’s, or even Leslie Nielson’s Dracula. It was the castle in the old NES game ‘Castlevania’. It was quite gorgeous from what I can remember. Huge, curtained windows, sprawling rooms, cathedral-like ceilings, an old grand […]

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Fathers & Sons

Today is my son’s birthday. He’s the ripe old age of 9, and as the saying goes, it seems like only yesterday he came into this world in the middle of a snow-covered March night. He was a surprise baby, for sure. But to imagine our lives without him is to imagine a far less […]

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An Elaborate Game of Make Believe

School was cancelled again today and they’ve already called it for tomorrow. It’s supposed to get down to -15 degrees tonight, and that’s not even with the wind chill factor. I stayed home as well. I probably could’ve made it into work, but what was the point? No trucks were running today so we didn’t […]

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Atlas, I Am Not

While I do occasionally support my own little sphere in this great big crazy world, I don’t sport the glutes, pecs, abs, and biceps that our primordial Greek friend did. I am a mere mortal man, attempting to extend his measly life a few more years by working out (semi)regularly. To be alive a smidgen […]

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