The seventh sign of the apocalypse: a good Onion story.
I play with candles far too much. This pyromania has delayed my onset of cleaning for far too long. Can it end here? I just finished the chocolate Euros I got for Christmas.
Get this: I'm actually avoiding Slate, Salon, and Slashdot because I didn't really get to read them regularly while I was in Stockton and I'll feel as though I have to catch up. What a …
John comforted me with his own driver's test experience: Driver's tests are scary, but they're pretty slackass about it in Maryland. I parallel parked beautifully, waited for the guy to fill out some boxes, then …
Josh Brockman introduced me to Ben Folds Five by telling me that he was sad that the group had broken up, and I have enjoyed their music for something like a year. This morning I …
Back in Berkeley. FOR NOW. My mother has blown up at me and she's simmering with anger and I don't know what to do about it. Frustrating and saddening. On the up side, I'm back …
How did an Aaron Spelling television drama concentrating on the family of a Christian minister get so good? Oh, Seventh Heaven, the show that actually does didacticism relatively well, and one of my mass-media vices. …
Yesterday I went to a store (The Dollar Tree) to try to buy blank videocassettes, and what happened? Nothing. Not even ice cream. Or, rather, I couldn't find any. (Have I complained here before about …
Steve's Adventures at Strada: ...she didn't have a feel for what radiation is. That one sort of floored me, because radiation is one of my "basis concepts" that I use to explain other things. (Yes, …
