String Theory
I constantly bitch about my day job, which features an endless stream of phone calls from true idiots. People with PhD’s who can’t read, lack basic social abilities, are about as observant as a dead ferret, and tend towards cruelty …
Dream Diary
Last night I dreamed that I was at the mall and there was this huge crowd of folks and, naturally, I went to investigate. Maybe someone had died or something, which is always good for a laugh.
Three Beers Later…
The biggest problem I have with updating Greatsociety is that I’m functionally illiterate. I wasn’t always this way, but I think college did something to the parts of my brain dedicated to all of the civilized niceties – like learning …
Friday in America
Kucinich is out of the race. I was never a supporter, but I will miss his wife. I think every presidential candidate needs an Amazonian redhead lurking around in the shadows. Which leads to a joke about Hillary’s wife, I’m …
Spam Thursday
These are all probably mundane for you kids and your fancy internet, but I’m old enough to still be amused by spam. Since the only people who read GS are spammers, I feel I should give them their day:
Wing Ding
Every year since 2000, with an exception in 2006, I’ve found myself reading upwards of 300 manuscripts for a writing awards program. This year, I read 327. My job is an easy one – weed out the obvious shit from …
Bedrooms Lessons. One.
If the question, “can we cuddle?” is posed by a woman to a man after having just completed coitus, a firm rebuttal should be issued: “No, I’ve done my job, now I want to get some sleep. You should do …
Anxiety
I have a recurring nightmare that does not involve getting a colonoscopy. If it did, it would make much more sense. Instead, my nightmare is a very basic, very unsurprising anxiety dream. So mundane, in fact, that I hesitate to …
Passive Pursuit
Things I’m interested in but don’t actively pursue: (1) Learning a language (2) Exercise (3) Exploring my home town (4) Women (5) Happiness (6) Stabbing certain people I know in the neck This month is all about my resolutions for …
Monkey’s Whiskey Trials… Part Only.
Paris. Sunday night. Carousel. It’s 5 degrees outside, or 41 fah-rah whatever. Half past midnight CET according to my laptop clock. Technically it’s Monday, but I never call it a new day until I’ve woken up. I keep to that …