In honor of being here almost three years:

"Now you don't look like
a computer programmer."
I still fucking tipped.

"Was that a squirrel?"
"That's a rat," she said and peed
in the street, downtown.

"D'you know who I am?
D'you know who I am, you fuck?"
Honestly, I don't.

A blank check drawn against our own freedom.

(No updates lately. My new girlfriend's name is Les Paul. Songs to come.)

Settings on my stove:

• Off
• Burn Your Rice
• Don't Quite Keep A Pot of Pasta Boiling

Russ Feingold is going to deliver a speech about the domestic wiretaps on the floor of the Senate sometime soon, but you can read it in its entirety over here. He makes a few statements that cut through the typical rhetoric on this issue and finally says what I've been dying to hear:

The President issued a call to spread freedom throughout the ( Read more... )

They say you'll go through an awkward in-between phase when you're growing your hair out, during which your hair will always just look kind of stupid, no matter what you do with it.

This in-between phase, they fail to mention, represents the entire time between two short haircuts.

Okay, so you can probably tell my heart's done its share of bleeding. It's bled on my shoes, my belt and my food. It's bled into a lot of what I've said and how I've voted in the past, and it certainly colors the music I really love. So I'm really speaking out of love for you crazy kool-aid-swigging zombies ( Read more... )

It was time for my once-per-decade check to see how sad IRC continues to be. Seems like nothing's changed since about 1995.

Me:/join #somefuckingchannel --- You are now talking in #somefuckingchannel. --- A dozen or so people are here and they're all ops. Me:So what's up in here? Them #1: not much Them #1:room is comatized Them #1:carefull, its ( Read more... )

Here's a letter I sent to each of the members of the Kansas State Board of Education about their decision to force Intelligent Design into their science curriculum:

It is with despair and sympathetic embarrassment that I write you ( Read more... )

Today was the last day of the 2005 Sunset Junction Street Fair, a perfect amalgam of outdoor music festival, traveling carnival and gay pride parade. It's the kind of place you can get bigass roasted corn on the cob, see a few bands, and ponder exactly where one would find men's leather shorts that small -- oh, at that booth right there ( Read more... )

For the last six months, the Hutta.com online ordering system has been shut down. Bank of America was killing me with fees and the cut of credit card sales they were taking. It was costing me money to sell shirts ( Read more... )