Except when he’s hungry

Heh. Believe it or not, this is my 4,000th post. Think about that. 4,000 is a big number. But this is a pretty stupid thing to write about. So I guess if I write enough stupid shit, it adds up. I’m thinking this may be a good time to stop.

One pill makes you larger

And another makes you small. I’m not going to even try to put my thoughts on paper about the recent death of Philip Seymour Hoffman. I found this excellent piece written by Steffani (I’ve been reading her stuff since long before the events she describes here) and, well, it’s fucking amazing. Stress? We’re supposed to […]

Escape to Witch Mountain

Today has been a really shit day, one for the record books, and I’m ready to just hide under the covers and wait for a different week to happen. And it’s barely noon. To paraphrase the Walgreens ads, I’m at the corner of “what the fuck” and “fuck my life.” I don’t think Walgreens sells […]