NOLA
I’m off to New Orleans for five days to drink heavily with the gifted Ryan Sparks. While I’m gone, it’s your job to read some of Ryan’s work. It’s right here…and here. Oh, and here. And some more here. And …
I’m off to New Orleans for five days to drink heavily with the gifted Ryan Sparks. While I’m gone, it’s your job to read some of Ryan’s work. It’s right here…and here. Oh, and here. And some more here. And …
“G.I. Joe.” Just generically G.I. Joe. No specific character. I think that’s weird, looking back, but whatever. (Early 80’s.)
I’ll throw in on the Murky Coffee thing, which has dominated the DC blogs I subscribe to.
I’ve been slowly dismantling the bathroom. A long ago (and failed) high school project involved riding the Metro late at night with a battery powered screwdriver and just going nuts on the train cars. But this required an empty car …
I recently badmouthed Galleycat, because enough with the lolcats thing, okay? And that goes for everybody. I just hate the internet. I want to go back to making Xerox chapbooks and selling them at the groovy record store. I want …
I sometimes wonder if I have an addictive personality. In junior high, I loved tying an empty soda can to a length of string and trailing it out the window behind the school bus each morning.
Cleaning out three gigs worth of emails is a real trip down memory lane. Here I am with a beard. And a dog. In a bathrobe, at Christmas. And my aunt smirking in the background (drunk):
Well, I’ve been subscribed to Galleycat for some time, because it’s one of those book industry blogs that gets lots of buzz and what not. Though they studiously ignore me when I ask them to look at the books I’m …
We had a recent firing here at the Land Where the Idiots Grow. At every job, since I started the life of a wage slave at the age of 15, a firing means one thing: Pennies! No matter what job, …
Here’s my current dream, if my life was my own (no bills, no debt, money in the bank to emigrate, etc…):