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Happy birthday, Don of my heart.

I recently had the opportunity to spend a few days in a enormous room filled with dead, taxidermized animals. Christine’s father hunts big game like it’s going out of style (which it is, pretty much, at least in my set). His den is the size of a University lecture hall and filled with all manner … Continue reading »

Friday night: my android is walking over to the Lad’s house along darkest Noe Street. An SUV zips into the intersection without looking and stops just in time to avoid the pedestrian in the crosswalk ahead of my android. The pedestrian remains in the crosswalk, incensed and shouting. The SUV passengers and driver all shout … Continue reading »

Once again I find myself somewhere in the Midwest, hiding in a dusty hayloft from the gun-slinging representatives of my mortal enemies, the Yakuza. But nothing can stop the tireless clattering of my keyboard in pursuit of a few small paragraphs to brighten the days of my faithful readers. Okay, faithful reader. Hi, Mom. As … Continue reading »

Award for costume that made me laugh the most goes to Christine as the Indie 500: More pictures here.

Last night my Astronomy professor, who is young and new to his trade, brought candy for the class as sort of a pre-emptive apology for next week’s midterm. All through the lecture, I watched the teeny tiny skater boys in front of me dropping stick after stick from their Tootsie Pops ™ on the floor … Continue reading »

It’s tough to wrap my plastic elastic head around this “forever” concept. I keep thinking, Oh God, it’s so sad, Elliott Smith is dead and there will be no more music. But then I comfort myself by thinking, At least there will be music again when he stops being dead.

Thanks to everyone who saw the news and thought to let me know.