I'm having a day. This kind of day*: I blame my mortgage company. The story isn't very good, so I'm not going to tell it to you. But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don't have time to…
Were You Saying Something?
Before we even get started, you should probably know I have a couple of posts over at Sprocket Ink this week. One's about a zombie proof house. One's about prostitutes. I'm nothing if not completely focused on journalistic integrity. CBS is going to be calling me any day now. Come…
An Open Letter to Winter
Dear Winter, Why the fuck are you still here? Seriously. It's March! What's with this in with a lion, out like a lion bullshit? It's not supposed to snow in March. I'm pretty sure it says so in the Geneva Convention. Or maybe the Treaty of Versailles. Regardless, you're breaking…