Piss Break
One of my most embarrassing on the job moments is from 1993. I worked in a little bookstore attached to an old mansion nestled in a sleepy suburb of DC. Those were the carefree days before gentrification really took hold, …
DAR Security
I took in a show at DAR Constitution Hall last night and was stopped by security for a bag search, because I walk around with a backpack all the time. Yes, it’s a man purse. And, yes, it’s mostly empty, …
Creamy Topping
Oh! An internal memo! That’s good, because our computers are too slow to properly play episodes of MacGyver at CBS.com. While I can spend hours patting myself on the back for singlehandedly slowing down the system, there’s still lots of …
Storefront Friday
The logic behind taking a Friday off is to get chores done. There’s really no such thing as a mental health day these days, because I’ve found myself doing much more in my personal life than I do at work. …
Race War
I’ve been closely following the developing race war in the mailroom.I don’t really care about either side of the battle, I’m just thrilled when the humdrum of my daily working life is changed (or is near a sphere of change). …
7.5
When thinking of this article during my morning commute, that’s the title that was sort of stuck with it. I cook up most of these posts during my long bus and train ride into the office, because I find it …
Non Productive Monday
In an attempt to waste as much time as possible, I spent today writing up a little thing in the forums: One season sci fi wonders. Shows that never were, I suppose. Canceled after a handful of episodes, they’re all …
Double Shift
Ah, weekend jobs. I showed up at 8am and won’t be home till 2am. Two weddings in a row. It’s warm and beautiful outside and I’m hunched over the computer in the back office, listening to people cry during their …
One Year Later
It’s been one year since my brain surgery. As you can read in that old article, I had Trigeminal Neuralgia, which made me wish for death every single day for over a decade. Luckily, I was too much of a …
Pillows
My roommate in college was a pillow humper. You know, that face-down masturbation technique where you brutalize your pillow, destroy your bed, and horrify even the most pornographically polluted mind.