Universal Donor knows what's up. I don't deserve a blog anymore. The baton should be relay-raced to the next generation. I can't seem to work myself up into the requisite rage to write anything here. Because everything is ok. Not, like, eyes-glazed-over Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory everything-making-sense; also not like Mel Gibson, ever. There ( Read more... )

I'm tired of the lie that Midwesterners are straight-taahkin', haanest-dealin', friendly blond goyim. Midwesterners are mean!

anarqueso got me thinking about this with her post about community. Readers, I am rarely depressed. I mean, I get "depressed", like when it's gray outside and I'm bored and broke, and I have a hunger headache and I see a poster for ( Read more... )

Under the best of circumstances, I am not what you would call laid-back. No, I am wound more tightly than a cheerleader's high ponytail, a living ball of stress, filling the valuable nanoseconds with chatterthon as though one day to collect on a world-record in continuous drash, flipping unhappily through magazines and pursuing to the logical limit ( Read more... )