I can be found, quite often, defending DC. Born and raised, so you can’t blame me. But, sometimes, it can be a little difficult. I point a finger now at the Washington City Paper, our alleged “alternative” weekly written by …
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As part of my business, I subscribe to about 50 book review blogs. Partially to spam them with my books, and also to scan their content for past reviews. Because there’s no way of telling if they reviewed your book …
I’ve been trying to piece together my childhood weekends. Of course, when very young, it was up early on Saturdays for cartoons like The Little’s and Smurfs and so on, which gradually morphed into the unlimited crappy sci-fi that was …
The girl in the office next to mine has a new boyfriend. This doesn’t really matter, except that her cell phone plays the Godfather theme every time he calls – which is all the time. And we share an air …
For the past ten years or so, I’ve been figuring out a way to comfortably go off the grid. Not in the modern Green Earth sense, but in the bug the fuck out sense. Cut up my credit cards, report …
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 …
Okay, following this one, here’s another one I wrote. This from late March. 12:30 right now — and currently at what I would call a Problem Wedding. And, unlike the wedding in the article below, there are no mojitos to …
Okay, so I’ve got this weekend job I go on about, where a big old fancy house rents itself out to weddings and special events. I’m the super secret monitor/groundskeeper/toilet plungerer, and have been doing the job since 1993 (having …
Okay, here’s the sign that I’m working too much. Saturday, eight in the morning, starting my ten hour (or more) shift. I woke up exhausted, and am in here without combing my hair or anything of that sort. Just sort …
When I bitch about my job, I know that it’s all my fault. I’m the one who decided to get a liberal arts degree, then not continue my schooling. I’m the one who lacks the typical career ladder ambition that …