The sort of thing they nailed Capone for.
In which I am a fiendish criminal mastermind.
November 19, 2008 · 1 Comment
Leading, following, getting out of the way.
What the speech meant to me.
November 7, 2008 · Leave a comment
The Way The World Changes (Part Two).
In which we return, and votes are counted, and choices are made.
November 5, 2008 · Leave a comment
“As the hours passed, the conviction grew that he was alone.”
Me and grieving singers of long, long ago.
October 21, 2008 · Leave a comment
Cars, addictions, and the world between the fenceposts.
Despite my leanings, I’m not looking to see the opposition die.
October 18, 2008 · Leave a comment
“Pleased to meet you. Won’t you guess my name?”
Of gnomes granting wishes and demanding unconscionable prices for same.
October 15, 2008 · 1 Comment
On the entertainment value of train wrecks.
Schadenfreude, but bitterly so.
October 2, 2008 · Leave a comment
Creative Control 