So, as I promised weeks and weeks ago, here are photos of the new apartment. I’m still not entirely unpacked. I don’t know if I ever will be. These photos are all pretty blurry and crappy. Just pretend you’re looking at an ad on Craigslist or something. My teeny tiny kitchen. There’s a back door there by the sink. To the left of the door is the fridge. Some day this might be a breakfast…
William S. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch as interpreted through web design. I’m back online, bitches! And to celebrate my official re-entry into the cyberworld, I want everyone to go visit this hilarious site, which is a sincere celebration of all things internetty. Also, it’s a joke, so don’t you go thinkin’ it’s a serious site.
As Fritz reported yesterday, a bill that would require a woman notify the father of her baby that she intends on having an abortion is making its way through the state’s channels. House Bill 3199 is something much like the provision that was determined unconstitutional in Planned Parenthood v. Casey back in 1992. The Supreme Court found that requiring a woman to notify the father placed an undue burden on her right to an abortion.…
I’ve always heard that you should not speak ill of the dead. I would tend to agree if I didn’t disagree. In my estimation, speaking ill of the dead is highly preferable to speaking ill of the living. Sure, the the dead can’t defend themselves, but dead people probably don’t give a shit about rumors or fickle opinions that compromise their reputations. Living people, however, do. And ass-kicking is always a threat from the living.…
It’s time for yet another installment in the series Irrational Fears Proven Not So Irrational Thanks to a Story Linked on Fark. This one comes to us courtesy of Spain! A Colombian woman has given birth to a 15-pound baby, the largest in 40 years in Madrid’s main maternity hospital. The 38-year-old mother, identified only as Rosario, had gestational diabetes _ which can cause women to give birth to larger-than-usual babies _ and a track…
Back when I was interviewing for this job, I had a run-in with the front desk security man (I can’t find the effing link but I know I’ve posted about it; I’ll update later and elaborate if I can’t ever find it). I’ve been working here for more than a year, and we’ve exchanged greetings in passing, but not much more than that. Then he called my extension today and asked if I was busy.…
Heyzeus Crisco. Is this getting-internet saga as boring to read as it is to write? Don’t answer that. Friday my new (wholly unnecessary) phone line was supposed to be connected by midnight. By yesterday afternoon, it still wasn’t working. So I called BellSouth. Super Nice Lady told me that they’d get a repair crew out, but that if the problem was found between the outdoor box on the building and where the line comes through…
If I were to tell you there was a pristine corner of this globe where you could go to chow down on any and every type of penis you could think of, and that it wasn’t gay.com (that joke was for you, Fritz), would your heart flutter in anticipation and delight? There is just such a place in Beijing: Guolizhuang. Here, businessmen and government officials can sample the organs of yaks, donkeys, oxen and even…
I’m cold. But not nearly as cold as people who are not inside at the moment. Nights like these, you really, really hope the shelters have opened up to let the homeless inside. It’s fricking cold. The family came up today — despite the icy conditions — for the big Toby Keith concert. They stopped by the office and we gathered ’round the lobby for a chat. There is talk of a sleepover in my…
Everyone knows sleet is the daintiest of weathers, which is why it merits pink coloring. This is apparently what’s heading for Memphis. Fantasmical. I’m hoping it’ll hold off at least until I can drive home. Hopefully this will be nothing compared to the Ice Storm of ’94, during which my entire family lived in our basement for two weeks with no electricity and nothing but a kerosene heater by which we heated ourselves and the…
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