It may be just me but Trivia Night seems like a dangerous occupation, me beating the tiny wings of my brain against the plate glass window of the world's knowledge. I get all tense, all wound up in the big bass boom of the announcer's voice rattling out the questions, I grip the pen and wish like hell that good penmanship meant smarts about all ( Read more... )

Back in what is now referred to as The Day, when I worked at Borders (now referred to as that corporate drama hellhole that I can't stop referring to), there were some days where I'd walk in the front door and then just stand stock still, trying to comprehend the sheer amount of media in front of me. Standing there, by the entrance, or even up on a ( Read more... )

There's a brick resting firmly behind my eyebrows. Not a heavy sort of thing, like true masonry would be. No migraine pounding with every heartbeat. Just a large reddish brick that takes up space like a bouncer at the club, with all my synapses as patrons veering to the left and right of him ( Read more... )

I worked this morning, of course, fulfilling some sub-section Murphy's Law that clearly states the terms of one's late-night drinking and the effects that will follow. Namely, the likelihood that I'd be called in to substitute increased exponentially the longer I stayed up the night before. 3:30 on the second night of a minor drinking binge? Oh ( Read more... )