What to do with all these damn animals?
So, at the end of the twelve days of Christmas, the object of the true love’s affection has graced her with twelve partridges, twenty-two turtle doves, thirty French hens, thirty-six … Continue reading
“Aye, then, the tea!” cry Sis.
Yes, they call this a Live Journal, but really, this is more personal column than journal. I say this sort of thing to justify my continued use of it, although … Continue reading
I like this movie, Gene, and I think anyone who disagrees with me is bald.
Joy! Finally made my way out to the movie theater again, this time to catch, on consecutive nights, a disappointing film and a really excellent one. Saw “Zoolander” on Sunday, … Continue reading
Participate in this marathon as well.
I think I’ve pinned down the core of my life’s anxiety. Hooray for that. Unlike medical science, when pinning something down is the first step toward eradicating it, pinning down … Continue reading
I am fine.
I am fine. I am fine. I am fine. I am fine. Since receiving the disappointing news, yesterday, that I am not going to be joining the cast of Too … Continue reading
Protected: A long and fleeting memory with pleasant interludes in it.
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
Who do you want to conspire against today?
Today I have unearthed the diabolical conspiracy to Fuck With Me, being perpetrated as we speak by Microsoft. Nonsense, you say. Surely you are being paranoid. And I ask: What … Continue reading
As we sit perfectly still, in a blank room drinking naught but weak tea.
Here’s the thing about perfectionism. The very act of having it is contradictory to one day perceiving your own perfection. As long as you have perfectionism, you can never feel … Continue reading
It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Pain is reality, surrender is not.
And not a man of them that we shall take shall taste our mercy.
Horrors.
Creative Control 