Friday I completed the first week of my new job. Full time. Me. In a basement somewhere in Baltimore County, … More
Category: mother identity
delicious, moldy, rotten pumpkin
Nothing says cornucopia like a furry, rotting pumpkin on one’s front porch. Daily the squirrels nibbled the tasty morsels, and … More
Listen, do you want to hear a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?
Hello, almost autumn. You’re cool enough to be autumn, anyway. Soon enough. Soon enough, I say… no rush back to … More
Oh geez… it’s starting to happen. My personal demographic mirror, the New York Times makes it official. GenX is hittin’ … More
My “free” time of late has not been spent being creative in any way, unless you consider procuring clothing to … More
Everyone loves you when you’re a freelancer. Or temporary. There’s a certain Je ne sais quoi about someone who isn’t … More
Time keeps on slippin’
When was I here last? A week ago? Oh, December 9th. Five days. Seems longer. Maybe because in that entire … More
I went to a thrift store last week for the first time in years. I used to spend all kinds … More
Eight days since I’ve had a chance to quietly sit and type something longer than a lame-assed fuckbook status blob. … More