Neither party nor disco nor foolin’ around.
And with tonight’s press conference, our unelected leader performs the rest of the necessary ritual required to open the Hellmouth. Ready, America? Here we go. What is it about war … Continue reading
“I only read Playboy for the articles…”
“…and boy, does she have articles!” That’s a dialogue exchange I came up with years and years ago and never found a place for in anything I’ve ever written. So … Continue reading
They call me The Punisher.
Well, no. But if I’m not careful, this is definitely going to turn into a War Journal. U.S. analysts, according to this article, are wondering what possible purpose Osama bin … Continue reading
Incorrect equation for a handshake.
The administration is grasping at straws again, trying to build a connection between Saddam and al-Qaida that so far they’ve been unable to adequately prove. So a voice “believed to … Continue reading
Duct tape and cover.
Back in high school, the majority of my involvement in theatrical productions was as a member of the stage or prop crews. I even managed to earn myself the tougher-than-it-was … Continue reading
The battle well and truly joined.
This morning, at a quarter til seven, I heard a songbird stretching its lungs. It took me a moment to realize that the streets at that hour have been deathly … Continue reading
The Sims “Things Fall Apart!” Expansion Pack.
In all seriousness, have Electronic Arts and Maxis Interactive not realized the profit potential [1] of creating a game in which the Sims are forced to deal with the threat … Continue reading
Unverified amounts.
Sometime last week, Homophobia was given a powerful ally in the form of–believe it or not–Rolling Stone magazine, founded by gay magazine publisher Jann Wenner. In case you missed the … Continue reading
Five Days in Pacific Standard (Part One).
Before I begin transcribing my traveling log [1] from my recent vacation to Los Angeles and surrounding areas, I want to raise a glass and toast the murder charges brought … Continue reading
That comes out of your pay, Cratchit.
Christmas Eve in the office and there are but four of us here. I’m only here because I said I would be, and as such, my manager left a few … Continue reading
Creative Control 