Either I’m confused, or I’m a complete dumbass. Either/or. Possibly both.
I keep getting E-mails with regard to this blog in my work inbox—from strangers. You know, the sort of people you’re not supposed to take candy from, get in the car with or follow into the basement to learn more about the life of […]

Arianne is about to drive me up the mofo’ing wall trying to find a business she said she saw advertised on local Craiglist that supposedly sells those hanging Evil Eye garden decoration things. Lump’s birthday is in less than a week. I have no Evil Eye garden decoration thingie, which is the official term for […]

Mertz called this morning to see if I wanted to go to The Flying Biscuit for brunch. I didn’t, so I didn’t.
I don’t care what CitySearch says, it’s just not all that. I’ve given it an uncharacteristically fair chance and neither of my visits seemed terrifically impressive. Maybe I’m just not hip to what everyone […]

I was initially a little hesitant about the whole “Pluto is not a planet” thing when it came about last year. I felt a twinge of betrayal because now the little pneumatic devices of childhood were useless to me, and also I felt kind of bad for the tiny little spot I’d only seen done […]

You know, when I wished for something to distract the rabid masses away from the whole Imus is a sexist, racist meanie-facie thing, I didn’t really envision a sanguinary scene involving a bunch of dead coeds but, suffice to say; I guess this has definitely created a change in the tide. I’m sure the NAACP […]