Scarlett Johansson
So there’s a site dedicated to stalking Scarlett Johansson.
Predators
Here’s an idea: Bookstores and festivals should pay the author for events. I mean, this is a business, right? The author is a commodity that equals attendance/sales, right? So what’s with this attitude that the publisher (or, in many cases, …
Sleepless
Did I survive my trip to New Orleans or not? Hard to tell. Especially when a delayed plane lands me with only three hours to spare before my nasty 12 hour shift at my retarded day job. Then, dragging myself …
God bless and good morning
If I have to narrow it down to the one social habit that I hate the most, I’m going to go with the custom of asking: “How are you?” as part of the regular morning ritual.
Sunday Archive III: Adventures with Craig’s List
The gmail cleanout continues. This made it onto the front page in 2004, I think. I don’t remember writing any of this…
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 …
Things I wanted to be when I grew up
“G.I. Joe.” Just generically G.I. Joe. No specific character. I think that’s weird, looking back, but whatever. (Early 80’s.)
Murky Argument
I’ll throw in on the Murky Coffee thing, which has dominated the DC blogs I subscribe to.
Office Projects
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 …
Wait! People are paying attention to me?
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 …