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Self-Plagiarism?

I was reviewing some old blog posts -- some not-so-bad, some cringeworthy -- and I watched time pass and the entries dwindle, coming to a stop in February 2013. One of the problems for someone like me (not a writer) is coming up with source material, and a few of my last posts were pretty pedestrian -- JPEGs, year-end best-of lists, and the like -- which is probably why things went fallow for over two years.

Over the past few months, I've tried to kick myself in the ass to write more, so last night I wrote a bit about The Shining, with a funny anecdote about childhood urinary herbicide. Turns out that I already wrote about that in a post from 2.15.13, although not in as much detail as yesterday's dispatch. While not a lot of people read this on the regular (unless I'm writing about someone's untimely death), I should probably avoid ripping myself off in the future. Of course, it would make writing this a lot easier.

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