Originally posted at www.blenzseymour.com, Thu, 04/14/2011 – 08:51 ——————- It’s 7:45pm. It’s a rare evening because I’m not at the shop so I’m sitting at my dining room table. My daughter has just been put to bed. Life is good. Life is relaxing. Then, from what must have been the depths of the earth, male voices like what I imagined a…