Despite our protests, the bastard kept shaking the globe.
Snowing severely in Chicago for the third time this week [1], in what seems to be this winter’s almost Dubyaesque overcompensatory desire to prove that it’s Not At All Like … Continue reading
Copy Red Leader.
Update: the great Thanksgiving Day decision has been taken out of my hands by the significant emotions of family change. Donna and her family decided that it might be nice … Continue reading
Conversations with the Inner Cynic.
I’m currently fighting off a bout of existential angst, for the simple reason that I don’t have time for it. My average live theatre attendance increases about 400% this week, … Continue reading
I am Jack’s Bloodthirsty Audience.
Apparently, once a week is all I can afford to give to the LJ, at current. Work has been a bear [1], especially in the departments of photo research and … Continue reading
It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Pain is reality, surrender is not.
Creative Control 