There's a bottle of Calamine lotion on the desk in front of me. I'm reminded of the time Breckin got into that poison ivy patch and was a quivering mess of pain, and brought Seth down with him because Seth made the mistake of scratching his itch.

Itchy all over, but Calamine won't help.

A good friend of mine told me I was robotic, once. That I was cold, unfeeling. To an extent I suppose that's probably true. Life is a series of calculated risk and too much emotion just jams up the works ( Read more... )

I spend a lot of time thinking about the human condition. I have a lot of time to ponder such things, career being what it is. Ask anyone, they'll tell you. Apparently it is quantity over quality, after all ( Read more... )

replica reese: you should update and start it off with when my wife drinks, she's hornier than michael jackson at a boy scouts meeting ( Read more... )

Both Ava and Deacon are huge Zeppelin fans, the fact of which annoys Reese something fierce. Which is, of course, all the more reason to crank "Going to California" and watch Ava spin around and around and around while her mom looks on, exasperated. She secretly likes it, though, I'm pretty sure. Her eyes light up. She's a fantastic actress but ( Read more... )

If a cat has nine lives I must have more. My own personal Sybil, with personalities left and right shed like layers of skin. Hopefully the man before you is as he should be, finally settled.

I don't think I spelled Sybil right.

Here we go again.