Monthly Archive: September 2007
Hm, according to Wikipedia, nothing of import happened on my birthdate. Interesting things took place in September 1972, and on September 13, even the News Archive doesn’t really have anything special. Makes me feel kinda unique… or at least that...
* Warning: the following post contains potentially objectionable language… And here I am all ready to enjoy a nice night’s sleep after a fabulous night out when the target of one of my favorite David Chappelle jokes goes and says...
Writin’ in a diary is like a muscle. You have to do it every day, or you could easily pull it. — Cinnamon, Wigfield: The Can Do Town That Just May Not Uh, yeah, I got nothing. I have a...
I’ve thought about the event, the war, our new safe and secure America, the travel restrictions, the politicians chatter, the “bring our troops home” protests… I’ve thought about just about everything else but the day itself. Even seeing a story...
It’s so pretty. The Alex Ross cover for the upcoming Heroes graphic novel coming out on November 7. Half the books will print with the Alex Ross cover, half with a cover by Jim Lee. I might have to pick...
I’m really into my music and doing the remainder of the morning’s sudoku puzzle in my head and thinking about how much forehead sweat I’m probably showing due to the humidity and deciding that I really need to invest in...
Ok, I know this may get me strung up, but I don’t give a shit about the Redskins game or the NFL Today show, I tuned into CBS to watch some goddamned tennis, I understand the game went into overtime,...
I finally watched Fired! last night and while it had a good point, it was like watching someone trying to do a Michael Moore movie and missing the point just a little bit. It was definitely more for Annabelle Gurwitch’s...
I am suffering from a massive headache. It’s actually been going on since last night. It feels like a low-level migraine or a withdrawal headache, but I haven’t given up anything that my body would be complaining about. Unless it...
Recognizing that I have a problem is the first step, right?* This entire week, every night’s self-assigned chore has been clean out the closet. To date, I’ve barely managed to get old dry-cleaning plastic bags into the trash. How the...