Scan the graveyard, dead there be
Funerals. I don’t like ‘em.
Now, I know that they aren’t anyone’s favorite thing in the world, but if I never had to go to another one, it would be too soon. I hate wakes. I hate open caskets. I hate church ceremonies. I hate playing nice with family members who never call or stop by, [...]
Randy Pausch
I’ve been meaning to write about Randy Pausch since his death on July 25th. Jen linked to his Last Lecture the other day. I had never heard of Randy until Lisa passed along the link, passed along to her by someone else. Say what you will about the internets, but they give us the opportunity [...]
George Carlin
I was doing my laundry yesterday morning and I pulled my George Carlin t-shirt out of the dryer. I bought it at a gig he did nearby last year, a gig that I scored front row seats for. The four of us who went were stoked to be sitting that close and I think I [...]
Senorita
I cannot look at this photo without JT singing in my head. Nonetheless, there is deeper meaning to be found in the eyes of this Senorita…
Chicken soup for the hormonal soul
It’s been one of those weeks. Hug it out, bitches.
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