I'm getting the hell out of here.

By "here" I mean "New England". And by "getting the hell out" I mean "in early May I'm hopping on a train and heading South".

I feel no need to explain the meaning of "I'm" or "of".

As I was clearing out USB ports to plug my wire-linked mouse back in (the wireless keyboard is working out fine, but the mouse proved unreliable for whatever reason) I yanked out the cord to my webcam ( Read more... )

The other day, I ate an entire box of Girl Scout Cookies.

Then, I ate another.

I went out for coffee today ( Read more... )

That was neat!

I've recently realized that if you take everything I say and do seriously, I appear to be one profoundly miserable fuck ( Read more... )

Seven days in and I've only written around 4,000 words ( Read more... )

November is fast approaching, and I plan to once again make the most of it in terms of this whole. . . you know. . . word-using thing that I do. Actually, I'll be hammering away at exactly the same piece of work I spent last November on. Only this time, I have a day job, and I have a lot less material to work off of for Book II. So I expect it ( ( Read more... )

A while ago I stumbled on this. My first webjournal, on the incredibly unreliable Melodramatic.com. Not counting the friends I pretty much went in there with, I've kept in regular contact with exactly three friends from that digital wasteland. I have never met any of them ( Read more... )

I saw Mirrormask last night. It was truly unlike anything else I've ever seen on the big screen. If you can get out to see it (which in the Boston area would mean tonight, at Kendall Square Cinema) I recommend doing so.

Assuming, you know, you like the stuff that Neil Gaiman does.