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I spent ten minutes talking to a 76-year-old black man in our neighborhood McDonald’s. I was in line for a Red Box but he just wanted something to eat and a public forum for loud conversation.  Transcription available.

Polyamory and the limits of monogamy

Just in time for our fifth anniversary, Christa announces we should have an open marriage. At first I was reluctant but after helping her internet boyfriend move in, he seems like a pretty cool guy. Full story here.

(In case the internet shuts down and space aliens resurrect us after 10,000 years to judge us on the last things we said, as frozen forever in the internet record: I love me wife. I promise that link has nothing to do with marital alternatives or freaky stuff.)

Where to Find Chocolate

Zella, our neat-freak child, has as much gross-out potential as the rest of them:
http://flannco.wordpress.com/2010/06/05/where-to-find-chocolate/

(Fully reposting between flannco.wordpress.com and flannco.blogspot.com is arguably poor use of my time.)

Lana's recitation of Narnia

"In Narnia, there was a boy who was very, very ... English! And angry. And then he was really big. And there was a little guy who helped him. And one of the boys says, "Hiya!", and they fought and just won."