Due to the owner's relocation, until further notice, the offices of doclanders have been closed for business.

All inquiries should be directed to our new owner, Sean Landers.

Something in my room smells like ass and burning tires.  What gives?

Holy Bat-Repellant, Batman!

Oh, yeah ( Read more... )

There's no question that the DNC has done something very interesting to the collective psychology of Boston. Very possibly there's been an inversion of traditional psychological postures (or some such pseudopsychological explanation). I've always thought of Boston as a very grumpy, unsettled city. A place where people are always scowling and ( Read more... )

Off to get my head beaten in by cops for holding a camera in Boston during the DNC.

I'd ask you to say a prayer for me, but last night I read the entry for Dialectical Materialism in my Encyclopedia of the World's Religions, and I feel confident that history is on my side.

Talk to you all in four days.  Or less.  You got my cellphone number.

Oh, I forgot two crucial parts of my Hampton Beach Week ( Read more... )

Was supposed to leave the night before; instead, probably left around ten.  Too many fucking dead braincells to remember anything from the past four days.  Hammered myself hard so to speak.  Also burned the shit out of my back and sides.  I'm in a piss-poor middle of the night mood right now so the only thing I am likely to do is remember all the ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Prostitues Join Police Converging on DNC BostonUh, heh.  Cool ( Read more... )