Atomic Dreams
I had my first atomic war paranoia dream in 20 years last night. It startled me awake in a cold sweat, but then felt sweetly nostalgic.
Category: Rants
Dinnertime, losers!
What, you’re not at the dinner table being pecked to death by your family? You must not be American, then. In which case you’re a communist. So, here, watch this. This is what Thanksgiving in America is like. In fact, …
Stuffed
Thanksgiving! And, as you read this, I’m sitting in an overheated house in Parkersburg, WV wondering how early is too early to have a vodka tonic.
Our Little Deaths
I’ve been commuting to downtown DC for over a decade now, and combining about ten miles of walking with the commute as part of my “passive health plan.” Statistically speaking, I suppose it’s inevitable that I would get hit by …
Random Thoughts on Marriage
You don’t need me to tell you that love comes in varied forms, but the past month for me has been a roll through all types of commitments, new and old, and I’ve had a lot of time to think …
Back on the Chain Gang
I’ve once again fallen out of the habit of writing. Not as bad as the last time when the GS front page went dead, but I feel the same sort of gears locking up again…
Moving Day
I’ve finally finished yet another last-minute, poorly-planned move. People laugh at me because I’ve only moved five times in my life. I have no idea how the human soul can handle moving more than a dozen times, though. Each move …
Tuesdays
I think my hardest job right now is learning how to spell “judgment” correctly. It’s not even the title I wanted for my lousy novel… Everything there is just one, huge placeholder for a project I can’t seem to return …
What do you want to be when you grow up?
This is coming up more and more the older I get: Where do I want to be in life? It’s like I’m a teenager again! SAT time! If you put your name in the right spot you get to go …
A Meandering, Self-Centered Rant in the Style of my Mentor, Nacho Sasha
Why do people always say they’re having “car trouble” when something goes wrong with their automobile? It’s not like when you’re sick you say you’re having “stomach trouble.” You have a fucking disease or infection and things are dire. I …
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