Month: August 2004

I am unclean. The dirt will not wash out. Earlier, while working on my story, there was a hair sticking out from one of my keys on my keyboard. I looked down and was suddenly and completely disgusted by the filth beneath the keys. So I started to clean my keyboard. I probably would have…

Thanks, Filby, for this lovely meme. Go to Google image search and type in your name or handle or whatever. Fun stuff. This is not me, by the way. Click it, though, and visit my evil twin. He needs a goatee, damn it. Here, for those curious, is a recent photograph of myself. While my…

…there’s something terribly wrong with you. Just got back from Napoleon Dynamite, which we saw at Greensboro’s luxury theatre, the Carousel. Normally, I’d scoff, but I love seeing movies at this place. It’s independently owned, it has stadium-seating, they sell espresso drinks–real espresso drinks–and alcohol. And (best of all), the usher told us (and everyone…

Progress is being made on the novel. That’s really all I have to comment on, at the moment. A black Cadillac in the story, which plays a rather important role, has become, instead, a black Ford Galaxie. Why? Because I saw a Galaxie on the way home from work today, and I liked it. People…

Today, we were on our way out of the apartment, headed to the grocery store for some food. It’s nice and cool and the skies were blue, and Natania said, “This would be a perfect day to go to the mountains.” And so, we did. For the bridal shower, Natania got a really great pic-a-nic…

I need to close some windows or my computer asplode, so I’m gonna go all bulleted-list on yo’ unsuspectin’ ass. Bear in mind that half of these can be found at boing boing: So, you’re a Neil Gaiman fan? And you think that Dave McKean is a damn fine artist? Oh, and you really miss…