Sunday Archive X: Notes & Drafts
I have plenty of quick email notes to myself, often sent as the start of an article which I intended to finish upon arriving at the office, or at home, or whatever. Of course, I rarely did…
The Boble: Intro
Last month, I decided to put up some regular features on the front page. So far, the only thing that’s materialized is the “Sunday Archive”, which I really got into as I dug crap out from my Gmail archives. Currently, …
The Twin Peaks girls
Fza wants to see Sherilyn Fenn nude which, you know, is about as easy as apple pie, since Fenn was nothing but nude everywhere during her Twin Peaks period. I still have that issue of Playboy, where they barely showed …
Sunday Archive IX: Oscar Bin Laden Draft
From February 2006, here I am wearing a plastic shirt:
Deadlines & Celebrations
Well, back to drinking. I have a couple of good excuses! The first is that I’m on an insane deadline for the next book I’m going to publish. The new title submission process my distributor puts me through involves about …
Chelsea scares me
So… Is Chelsea Clinton really a Jack Nicholson-style Joker? I finally spent a few seconds paying attention to shit last night, as Hillary endorsed America’s Favorite Black Man, and it struck me that something was up. Chelsea’s always going around …
Turf War
Well, they’re tearing up the “turf” that covers downtown Silver Spring’s ridiculous greenspace. Read all about it at Silver Spring Singular.
Notes on not drinking
As I enter my third day of voluntary sobriety, I find that the world is stark and boring. Really, though, it’s not that I feel I have a problem, or am speaking out against alcohol, or seeking help, or even …
Two Days Sober
I think this compressed schedule is going to kill me. Get into the office at 8am (after leaving home at 7am, get home by 7pm, catch a rat and/or one of the neighbor’s children for dinner, then pass out. The …
Sunday Archive VIII: Hyphenated Americans
From August of 2005, this is part of an article continued from notes written on the Metro. I don’t remember it at all, so I guess it was never published. God knows where those notes are… I have a closet …