So today was moving day. Here I am stealing wireless internet from somebody else in the Rocket Factory. That's right, I got an apartment in the Rocket Factory. It's some kind of former commercial/industrial building they turned into loft apartments, I'm thinking of calling my apartment "Missile Command" although I will be accepting alternatives ( Read more... )

I'm sitting on my friend's couch in Orange County watching Adult Swim wondering if the imprint from my ass will ever leave these cushions. Dan somehow managed to convince me that we'd be playing in the sun and partying hard all summer, pretty much the exact opposite has happened. As soon as he got down here he started two jobs and abandoned me in ( Read more... )

So I took a trip home from California. I was supposed to go back in September to visit, but I came back for a week when I got a call from my little brother. I checked my voicemail and heard his choked up voice asking me to call back. I left my friend at the bar and dialed home to a crying brother. He'd been out driving with friends and the ( Read more... )

"So then he took three hits of acid and declared himself the sovereign ruler of the internet. He made a flag out of a beer label and hoisted his standard by attaching it to the handle of a carving knife and visciously stabbing it into my wireless router."

-Bill Gates on a meeting with Google founder Larry Page

He was cursed with an artist's soul but no talent. He possessed the angst and the inspiration, but not the means to create.

I'm feeling quotacious ( Read more... )

I'm not sure when exactly I should have known. Working the popular angle always gets you into trouble of one kind or another. The time that my parents didn't really talk about, I don't know if it happened. She was desperate and middle school was hard, harder than usual cause in small towns they combine us with the high school kids. She hit ( Read more... )

What is there to say about a day when three o'clock rolls around and I have no pants on?

This semester I have an advanced fiction writing class with quite possibly one of the worst professors I've ever had. Think of the chatty, somewhat ditzy, could maybe be smart if she weren't so vapid girl you have in any one of your classes, and all of a sudden let her loose to direct a classroom for a semester. She constantly interrupts people ( Read more... )

In researching his book, Dr. Rosenblatt said even though many couples said they slept better alone, they still shared a bed. “When I asked why, they looked at me as if I’d asked them why they keep breathing,” he said ( Read more... )