I found a new doggy day care for Honey. One of the services they offer is “aqua massage.” It says something that I don’t find that strange.
“A pickup truck got stoled last night out by the Murphy place, sources done reported Thursday.” Love: http://ht.ly/1ESxR (& looks like mine)
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If You "Like" This, I Will Slap You (And Not in a... →
My friends are becoming avatars—smiling faces with one-liner quips next to their names, short expressions of happiness or sadness or love or hate. Or, oh my god, self-promotion. Propaganda. Marketing. We’ve become our own advertisements for…ourselves. Publicity agents for our own lives. Whoring ourselves to our friends. And I’m sure it’s all genuinely felt. Oh, I’m...
And it’s all your fault. You spiked my...
When I’m feeling like crap about my writing,...
I haven’t read Gilbert’s “freakishly successful book” (her words) yet, but I did really enjoy this talk. She’s very funny. I like what she talks about as far as developing a distance between the writer writing and the writer’s anxiety as to what the reaction to the writing might be. Also, she shares good words of advice from Tom Waits and some funny thoughts on...
Broken Down →
The truth is that guy has retired and is now living someplace in the Great White North, drinking beers and eating back bacon and fishing through holes in the ice. And he just sits there not worrying and writing it all down in a leather-bound journal that smells like farts and cigarettes. And he’s waiting to die. Full Post
Thought the morning was off to a great start. Then: yellow bile doggy vomit.
On the State of my Sporadic Chest Hair and Other... →
Strangely, the biggest problem for me with blurring the line between fiction and reality on this blog hasn’t been a fear that people will confuse the fictional elements for reality. It’s been the other way around: that people will confuse the real things that happen for fiction. Because I want people to know when something is real. And so it’s left me with this recurring problem:...
My truck was rejected at the NJ DMV for a torn windshield wiper on passenger side. She’s a little shaken up over the whole thing.
Strange Familiar Places →
In the other room, Monica is naked on the bed. When I lean close to the mirror, I can see her in it. She is lying on her back and Honey is beside her in a curl. She pets her with one hand. Her other hand is folded over her stomach. She says: “I don’t think you enjoy fucking me.” Read Full Post
Darkforce Double Extreme Imperial Wheat Stout from HaandBryggeriet just gave me goosebumps. That’s the clean version of what happened.
RIP Texas Stadium….http://ow.ly/1x5Ec
Dear chipmunks: Honey is older and wiser this year. You’ve been warned.
I’m waiting for paint to dry. No, really.
We took the chain saw for its first spin. Everybody is okay. Thanks for asking.
Among other things I bought yesterday at Home Depot: a chain saw. This ain’t over.
Maple Blossom on Green … http://ow.ly/1uKPN
Rhododendron, with Truck… http://ow.ly/1uz84
Look, I love you, but if you put chocolate milk in my Avery beer glass again, I’m going to call an attorney.
Bob Schneider at Bowery Ballroom … Big Blue Sea… http://twitgoo.com/mt2mc
The older I get, the harder it is to stay up all night, and so the more necessary it becomes to be strictly a daytime drunk.
If I look or sound different to you, it’s because I’m reading Infinite Jest. I didn’t want to like it, but…I am.