“Are you coming down into The Pit?”

Why, yes – yes, I am.  Thank you for asking, but you know me – I don’t really need an invitation to wallow in a good ol’ Pit.  Pretty good at just jumpin’ in with both feet, all on my own, no invite necessary. It’s just – there’s this space, you see.  This VAST SPACE [...]

Whitman Sampler of MY BRAIN

1.  Do people truly care about what’s on the hot lunch menu at Sidwell Friends?  Really?  HEY!  TEACHAH!  LEAVE THEM KIDS ALONE! 2.  I hate finding a big ol’ ‘NO’ in my email inbox on a Monday,  Monday NOes are like a little stumpy toothless man crouched in the corner, shaking his jowls at me [...]

Strike Three

Blockbuster Video is run by a bunch of dickwit nimnuts. MYH has never seen The Shining, so we went to rent it, and guess what?  Some bag of dicks decided that this classic film directed by genius Stanley Kubrick needed to be REMADE by some douche named Mick or Dick or Fick – and this [...]

Greetings From My Backside

Why hello, there, stranger – sorry to be so non-communicative, all flighty and such, it’s just that I’m – oh what’s the word for it, um – DISAPPEARING UP MY OWN ASS. Yeah, that’s it.   Yay, grad school.

Dear AT&T: Bite A Big Wad

So we’re watching the Olympics, the women’s marathon, and through some broadcast-schedule twist of fate, end up seeing the damn thing from the beginning.  Two and a half hours of these women just running, running, and then running.  Grab water from orange table, sip, pour over body, toss away like bad cabbage.  Running, running, running. [...]

Writing Update

Haven’t written, can’t write worth a flying purple-spotted fuckall, the world and all who inhabit it are doomed to the eternal midnight of the insomniac living on some strip-mall blighted boulevard in a cheap one room motel with kitchenette and weekly rates and a super named Raoul who should really spare the world at least [...]

My Life Is A Movie For Crickets

Okay.  I will now tell you something about myself which may change the way you think of me.  Unless you already think of me as a dillhole; then not so much a change for you, perhaps more like moving (promoting?) your thinking of me into douchbaggy territory.   Sometimes, even when I am alone, and [...]

Damn The Ecosystem

I smell like a farking citronella candle, y’all.  Slathering on the bug repellent is the only way to prevent coming home with multitudinous bites of varying shape and height just covering every exposed inch of skin.   Bugfuckers.

Hell’s Bells!

The Short List: (There is a Long List, but due to my humanitarian leanings, I refrain from sharing it with you.) 1.  Book reduction underway.  Failing utterly.  My powers are weak.  The Force is not strong with me. 2.  Someone tried to scam us on Craigslist.  I, being a sucker but not a fool, opened [...]

The Purge Begins

Starting small, trying to lull myself into a false sense of security.  Sold my desk yesterday to a very sweet Korean family.  Not too attached to this desk, only had it for a year.  Today begins the real task – dealing with all the many, many boxes which lurk with sharpened teeth in our storage [...]