The Importance of Snow Days
Two inches of snow is what we have right now in the DC area. Two years ago, the city would have come to a standstill and I’d be home right now, having vodka with breakfast, watching episodes of The Wire, …
Greatsociety’s Cult Culture Section: Ten Years of What I’m Watching
Well, 2011 is Greatsociety’s tenth anniversary. Which feels like an important milestone, but might actually be cause for horror and soul-searching because, really, what the fuck am I doing?
Nacho’s 2010 in Review
As I sit here trying to live up to my own asinine writing challenge, I figured I’d take a stab at writing a quick review of 2010 since, honestly, 2010 has been a pretty fucked up year. Like every year …
The Holiday Writing Challenge
I’ll post this in the afternoon on Thursday so as not to take away from my desperate plea that someone, somewhere, help me get my Amazon Wishlist down to a manageable level. Nacho needs books and Dr. Who DVD’s and …
Wishlist Mania
Hey, look, Christmas is Saturday. It’s not too late to get something off my wishlist.Look! It’s up to 18 pages. I’m awesome. If you get me brewing equipment, then you’ll be invited to Nacho’s Monthly Beer Parties, where I plan …
Project Monday: December Roundup
Okay, so, I cheated on the whole Project Monday thing last week. And will cheat for the remainder of this month…
Wasted Fridays
I have a goddamned office Christmas party to go to today and it just weighs on me… All I can think about is being crammed into the boardroom with all the squares that I do my absolute best to avoid …
Death & Family
Long ago, a girl once said that I wouldn’t be able to survive the death of my grandparents. A comment that disturbed me then and now. She was so up in my shit that she asked me to marry her, …
Ceaselessly into the Future
“I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.”–Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby Context is always important.
Dream Mart
For quite some time now, I’ve been having a recurring dream. I guess. The dream itself isn’t the same, but it always has the same sort of ending – I’m walking at night in my childhood neighborhood and enter a …