I spend an inordinate amount of time wondering if I have become tedious or shallow. I review my blog posts and worry that I only write about buying things. I worry that I no longer have deep thoughts -- not unless you count that time that I compared the heightened emotional states of the characters in Werther to Scott Pilgrim. In the interest of ( Read more... )

Ladies and Gentlemen of the winged jury, let it be known that I try to leave to SOMA on the weekends. I try not to spend my entire life standing by the bar at the DNA Lounge with a Mandarin Cosmopolitan in my hand, shouting unkind things into the ear of my fellow man. Life is short, you see. And hearing loss is permanent. This is why, after having ( Read more... )