If you have the special anniversary issue of Rolling Stone magazine in the passenger seat of your car,

And if you remove the thick 3-D cover and absentmindedly pick off the rubber cement-like glue that bound it to the paper,

And if you roll said glue into a dime-sized globe while driving home late one night,

Do not, I repeat, do not drop said ( Read more... )

I recently purchased a bike--my first in years--and it certainly has opened up new vistas of experience.

For example, prior to yesterday I was unfamiliar with the sensation of picking dead gnats out of one's nostrils.

Last Friday found D and I considering the Friday fish fry at a local supper club of sorts, as her coworkers has long extolled its virtues. I'm not a huge fan of fried foods, but I can get behind both Fridays and fish, and I figured two out of three wasn't bad ( Read more... )

As I stepped outside for lunch I couldn't help but notice that the west side smells like poop again. It's a light touch, almost a tangy aftertaste, with just a hint of sewage.

Updates as appropriate.

Somewhere in Houston there's a relocated Katrina refugee who is right now privately ruing the day he skimmed a little off the top of the church donation basket.

While I'm a bit hesitant to do three serious entries in a row--believe me, the dick jokes are right around the corner--I do feel like I must post some sort of follow-up to my Bush comments ( Read more... )

I just got back from the very first session of my figure study class, which also happens to be the very first class of any type I've taken since I graduated from college seven years ago. The class itself was fantastic, but it also had a side effect that caught me by surprise ( Read more... )

Take one feeling of helplessness at watching a beloved city descend into destruction. Mix with a gallon of hatred for the president. Half-bake for five minutes and you get a friends list full of retards ( Read more... )

Let me tell you I'm giving the evil eye to anyone with a name that sounds even remotely like Katrina.

Got to help out where I can.

I visited the county fair this past weekend, and after eating some terrible food and then almost losing said food on a Twirl 'n' Puke, we checked out the various animals that were on display.

One kid was taking care of his turkey, and it was rather difficult to resist telling him that his bird's head looked like it was made out of nutsacks.