Checking my list…
Well, it’s taken twenty years, but I have finally managed to have sex on every desk and at every workstation at my weekend job.
Customer Service
My day job, as you’ve no doubt gathered from the customer service transcript posts, is fucking insane. It doesn’t demand much brainpower, and, in fact, I have enough spare time to run a publishing company, act as a consultant for …
Project Mondays Scorecard: Week Two
I had planned to rail against Van Hollen, yet again, for the Election Day post. But, when I sat down, I pounded out the bulk of the rant James delivers in “American Musings,” then drunkenly wrote around that. I haven’t …
The Intern and the Candy Jar
We have an intern here at my thankless day job who’s probably one of the more stunningly beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Tall, with thick dark hair, and a body that defies genetics. No accident of birth here, this woman’s …
Support Moody Food!
Hello GS readers! A quick note telling you to support a book that means a whole hell of a lot to me: Ray Robertson’s Moody Food. You can follow that link above to read all about it. What’s important right …
The Patterson Protest and other Midterm Musings
It’s Election Day kids! I did my usual – vote straight Democrat or, if no party affiliation, then vote for the person with an Irish last name. Sure signs that I was born in the wrong era.
American Musings
I think about moving. Leaving DC. Escape. Getting away from the rush, the angry people, the crippled commuters, the twisted women, the broken souls. I weigh my options for relocation. Where do I see myself? If I give myself over …