Diane, I’ve found a glass full of scotch
Oh, god, please tell me I’m not really going to be working seven days a week from now till the fall… It’s about this time, each year, that I get really weird. Since 2001, I’ve taken about five weeks off …
Category: Rants
Terror Alert: Wage Slave Kills for Muskrat Love
Cold and rainy Monday. I haven’t even clocked in yet, and I’ve still heard the inevitable. Not a bad day to work! Glad to be inside! Warm and dry in here!
Presents
Well, Saturday is my 34th birthday. I tried to round up some old birthday articles in the archives, but only found a post for my 32nd birthday and one for the 31st. I had brain surgery right before my 33rd …
Haunting
I’ve had two experiences that I would call ‘supernatural.’ There have been many frights and weird things, but only those two have been truly odd. Though, of course, there are always explanations.
Hey, you. Wanna swallow your tongue?
I’ve been bitching about the Wifi access at my weekend job being withheld. So imagine my surprise when, after last Saturday’s post, one of the tech people slipped into my little office and said: “Look, we all read Great Society. …
Storefront Friday
The logic behind taking a Friday off is to get chores done. There’s really no such thing as a mental health day these days, because I’ve found myself doing much more in my personal life than I do at work. …
One Year Later
It’s been one year since my brain surgery. As you can read in that old article, I had Trigeminal Neuralgia, which made me wish for death every single day for over a decade. Luckily, I was too much of a …
Pillows
My roommate in college was a pillow humper. You know, that face-down masturbation technique where you brutalize your pillow, destroy your bed, and horrify even the most pornographically polluted mind.
Stephen King by Stephen King
I’ve been bad about returning calls these last few weeks because my grandmother had the bad form to pass away (something I always advise against, by the way), and because I’m stupid enough to publish books, and our most recent …
Send me your poor, your tired, your depressed
Here’s how I pass my mornings: I wake up and stare out the window as the sun rises over the low-rise garden apartments that look exactly like mine. I watch the early commuters flock to their cars. I listen to …