For those of you who don't know, my Dad retired last year after having a stroke that left him with a blindspot on his left side and gave him a close-up view of mortality that is often reserved for people his age.  It could have been a lot worse, but it was a scary thing and it has brought us close after about 15 years of general estrangement.  ( Read more... )

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Dane Cook is not actually funny!!!

That's right.  All of you who previously thought that Dane Cook had any talent as a comedian have been duped.  Ladies, I know he's charming and good looking in a chauncey kind of way, and since three-quarters of his audience on any given night is made up of people with breasts and vaginas, I'm ( Read more... )

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Anyone have some tips about how to clear the smell of patuli out of a room?   I opened a window but it's hardly worth the draft coming in.  It doesn't seem to be having much of an effect anyway.

I'm serious.  It's been over an hour and it's starting to spread throughout the building.  It's awful. 

I'm typing this up from Merced, and since there's so much to do here, it's going to be a pretty short blog.

Christmas seems to get more and more mellow every year, which is fine by me.  Jovial family and friends, heaps of food and booze, and a few days off are a fitting reward for the physical and pyschological tornado that most of us are victimized ( Read more... )

Scarlett Johnansson...


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=The dame and I went to two shows last week, The Slits and The Twots.  Yes, lots of vagina to be discussed at both shows, both were awesome, and the best part is we didn't have to trek out to the city.  Both shows were near downtown Oakland.  I hear the Dicks are playing together again.  I'll have to make it out to one of their shows.  "Kill From ( Read more... )

It happened again this morning.  Unwittingly, I sat in a long line on the freeway as everyone took their turn to quickly look over a piece of bent metal and some shattered glass, scanning for that carnage, that blood that will both horrify us and give us something interesting to tell our co-workers about.  Seeing death or something close to it ( Read more... )

It recently came to my attention that I was the lucky recipient of some pretty scathing criticism a couple weeks ago.  It isn’t the interesting hate mail, and by that I mean mail either written really well or really, REALLY poorly, sent to your e-mail inbox or-I declare!--to your physical mailbox.  This little burst of acrimony was nothing more ( Read more... )