The whole "blogging" culture has made me sick for quite some time now. This is a phenomenon that has existed long before the likes of LJ and other spin offs, and over the years I've watched the flow of filth grow from a trickle into a raging flood. Browsing around on LJ, I read with fascination as one self absorbed teenager after another spews ( Read more... )

Nothing like the spread of a killer flu to brighten your day.

It looks like we finally are going to go to war. My friend jeremy puts it much better than I could here.

doug

I love this dirty old bastard. Thanks Bukowski ( Read more... )

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There are three material objects that I absolutely cannot live without: my car, my laptop, and my Eagle Creek backpack which I lived out of for two months while I roamed Europe last Fall. The first two I am attached to for practical reasons, but the latter is sentimental. The first two, while I love them so, represent responsibility, and are ever ( Read more... )

I am here at last. Love me.