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
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
“Good piece.”
In a moment, I will go into the burning question of the journal entry, succinctly summarized by my friend Danielle’s previous entry’s comment, “HOWDITGO” repeated a hundred times. (and occasionally … Continue reading
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
Chained to a desk and made to produce copy.
My managing editor has returned from France, sans active cigarette habit and maiden name. Other than that, things are more or less the same around work today. The book is … Continue reading
And Jingo was his Name-O!
There is a secret organization of American comedy writers.
Why does Anthony Hopkins keep going back to Hannibal Lecter?
The first part I ever had.
Creative Control 