Party at my folks' house both Friday and Saturday for me to go bye bye Ann Arbor, hello LA ( Read more... )

Look, I know I'm a liberal and that you hate me because I want homosexual atheists to have abortions while getting married in YOUR CHURCH. But when you argue that men are better at math and women are better at language, don't make me edit out a million different pronoun/possessive errors. It's "who's" for "who is," and "whose" for "owns." Jesus, ( Read more... )

So, Amy calls me downstairs because she thinks she's found this horrible rodent death or something. There's loose fur, and a body that's not moving, all half buried in our garden. I get down there, and it looks like half a chipmunk submerged in the dirt. I can't get the body out with the rake (the rake is how Amy found it), so I grab a shovel. A ( Read more... )

I'm in the shower, and I'm gonna put some conditioner in my beard after washing it. The conditioner's been left upside down, and I musta been squeezing it or something because as soon as I pop the little thing in the cap, it shoots out a tablespoon of white creamy conditioner across my face and chest.

In a musical update, my efforts at learning guitar have paid off, big time. I can now play any song that consists of sloppily moving between chords A and D on an out-of-tune accoustic guitar. I know there are other chords, but these ones are mine. Any suggestions for a third chord that I may play, thus making me a punk rock GAWD? Or songs that are ( Read more... )

This is why I hate trying to work for the Echo. They fuck my lede, and cut chunks out of a story that was dead-on wordcount. Why would a history of recording on walkmen and answering machines (history from about eight years ago) make "one" wonder how Berman would recount his life? That doesn't make any fucking sense. And why cut the origin of the ( Read more... )

Get the phone!
Who's it for?
Gargelor! Gargelor!

The latest loudly-bleeted gossip from the computer lab, after the girls left for about an hour and I had to answer some guy's question about how to print properly, is that this poxy girl's mom found her LiveJournal in which she detailed her sex toy habit and OMG! mom freaked out ( Read more... )

This essay really sums up how I feel about a tremendous plurality of writing these days, and why I feel like I've retreated from fiction generally ( Read more... )

While I'm again trying to supplement my linguistics class with, well, whatever I can learn on the internet in order to counteract the combination of breezy, fast teaching style and the insipid questions of my classmates, I'm treated again to the loud ramblings of our computer lab attendant ( Read more... )