Monthly Archives: August 2010

Is it me, or is the earth rotating faster? And that jerking motion… is the planet jammed on some space junk or something? The last two weeks have been interesting (and not only for me)  and I think it’s only … Continue reading →

I was going to actually just write a note to my mom, but you know, it’ll be put here anyway and I’m burnt. Also, isn’t everyone a mother somewhere, y’know, deep in their souls? You can feel free to add … Continue reading →

Penny wonders this all the damn time, folks. Mainly because she thinks it must be something awesome. I am not sure how to break it to her. UPDATE: I figure any day I wake up feeling meh about a particular … Continue reading →

Don’t tell Mr. Shoe. I have a crush on Teddy Roosevelt. Okay, fine, you can tell him. He already knows. I mean, here’s a guy with asthma, whose mother described his laugh as being similar to creaking door hinge, who … Continue reading →

I may feel tired and ill most of the time, but one thing is certain: I will personally kill with my own two hands and eat anyone who tries to take my shiny new Nikon… Okay, new to me… They … Continue reading →

I realize that any communication with me as of late is a often like having Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake read to you. At bedtime. It’s tough to follow. I don’t know where I go off track, but I do. I know … Continue reading →

It’s probably not a real surprise to hear that when I write anything — anything — I absolutely hate coming up with a headline or title. Probably my favorite title for a piece was a line I lifted from Sojourner … Continue reading →