So, I'm in Boston. Staying at Warren's new place. Was planning to crash on the couch, but, uh, there doesn't appear to be one.

Dude! When are you getting some furniture?

Young Tucker sits at the top of the stairs in his Batman pajamas and bare feet, and hugs his knees to his chest. He'd be sent back to bed if he was spotted, so he doesn't make a sound, even when he starts to shiver from the cold ( Read more... )

Doesn't matter. Democracy's pretty much a sham, anyways. Two cliques each pick their favorite person to run for president, then get their buddies in the media to support their choice. They manipulate the voters with skewed information, and if that doesn't work, they rig the ballots ( Read more... )

Kind of a stupid question, really. I can't change my past, so why dwell on it? Yeah, there are moments - a lot of moments - when I wish things had gone differently. Plenty of places where I wish I'd stood up to people, talked back; let them know that I'm not someone they could walk all over. Doesn't matter now. I've changed myself. Next time ( Read more... )

Ok, looks like things aren't going so well around here. Just want to say a few things, because I may not get another chance to say them.

Andrew: I think it's really great that you're working for the side of good now. I'm proud that my little brother is working to make this world a better place.

Jonathan: You know all the times I've made fun ( Read more... )

Ah, Phoenix, land of... retirees. And heat. It's like, 80-something out there right now, and it's supposed to get hotter ( Read more... )

I'm in Phoenix now. Wasted half of yesterday doing a full reinstall on my laptop since someone had to fuck with it ( Read more... )

Tucker remembers...Outside, it's a cool California summer night. Inside the shop, though, the heat of the day lingers. Tucker walks past dusty bolts of fabric and assorted lace trims. He follows the shop's owner to the back room and through another door into a small office. A desk, file cabinet, and stacks of paperwork make it seem like any ( Read more... )

Had to do some shopping yesterday. Negotiations on a few key items ran long, so it was pretty late by the time I got back to the hotel. By the way, if anyone thinks that going through my stuff sounds like fun, don't even think of opening the black jar. This is not a threat or a bluff; it's a warning. It's dangerous stuff, and you really don't ( Read more... )

Okay, first, WTF?! Warren, I cannot believe you fucked with my laptop. That's low, dude. If you don't fix it ASAP, I'm dumping you in the dirtiest bar I can find with a multi-species attraction spell on you ( Read more... )