Well, the TSA thing's still going on because they pegged me correctly - I am quite the lazy bastard. But I shall have my revenge yet! So tonight I tried to write a quick story, but didn't have the right mood for it (it was about a sad, balding man who I may have made paralized if I let myself continue - yikes). So instead I wrote a poem. I kinda ( Read more... )

Well, a response  to my initial complaint has arrived. Just a few days after I sent my initial complaint some TSA automaton sent me an email instructing me to fill out the attached forms (in PDF) and reiterate my complaint in that. I should send the complaint, and the monetary amount for which I am complaining, and wait for it to be processed.

Ah, ( Read more... )

I wrote this letter to the TSA tonight, as I had a little problem with them over the holidays. I'm hoping they do respond, and if so, I'll update here accordingly.

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It isn’t often that I travel by air these days. I used to travel fairly frequently a few years ago - up to two or three times a month. However, due to a drop in business I have lost ( Read more... )

Two, alas...

Snowfall here is moot
Like a trucker in the night
Farting in his cab

If my roommates died
I’d build a small shrine for them
Out of their kidneys

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And there you have it.

Because this really sucks, but it's new, just written, not ready for consumption by anybody, but I just need to get it out there. Dagnabbit.

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It smells so bad, I’m sure something died in my room. I smell it most when I step out of the shower, four week-unwashed bathrobe clinging to my body, and head to my room. The smell hits me before I even ( Read more... )

Shame on... me... uh... I get pimped I can't get pimped again. Oh lookit that, yes I can.

Damn I need to get back to my regular LJ schtick.

My first feature for CityBeat, after months of reviewing snobby dance clubs and soggy foodmongers. Behold, now I tackle dead people.

Sadly, this is about the only kind of writing I get done these days. Fortunately, I'm still writing.

I figure it's about time to let the world know this journal's still alive, though ailing and shuffling with gasping breaths.

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Bang!
And your heart’s stopped, but only for a second.
She tells you up front that she’s:
Liberal, and hates Republicans.
Single, but never for too long.
            Got ADD, and there’s no telling what’ll happen next.
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So I haven't flexed my writing muscle in a while and guess what? It withered! So here I am, trying it out for size again, this time going from an actual event so as to try and wean myself back onto the kickass writing workout. Okay, here goes:

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The house went silent as Kelly, the hostess, threw the discarded crab shells into the trash ( Read more... )

I just dug up some start to a story I wrote about four years ago. As I reread it I had to double-check the file to make sure that I had written it, as my style has changed significantly since then. In fact, I remember a time when I had trouble keeping stories down to less than 5,000 words, and now I'm luck to hit 800. Maybe I've got less to say, or ( Read more... )