I first met docbrite because, after the storm, the goodly Doc was the only one making any fucking sense. Amidst a turbulent sea of misinformed journalism (at best) or outright, agenda-executing, lying media (at worst, and more common), it was fresh, clean, pure oxygen to read Poppy's words about my adoptive hometown. Finally, someone's getting it right, I thought. "I would like to nominate...

Reprinting the post linked in the previous post, because I'm told my use of indiscriminant italics is difficult to read with the font I use on my LJ. Some of the information in the post is slightly out-of-date, but it doesn't require retconning. ========================================== Written in response to someone else's post, but certainly worth repeating, especially to those Gentle Readers...

Ben left this morning for the weekend. Gone till Monday. To Shreve-fucking-port, pobrecito. We're hardly attached at the hip or anything like that when he's home, but when he's gone I feel it acutely. And he feels my absence, so he reports, when he's away. It was an almost tearful farewell this morning when he left. I had no plans for this evening except that whatever plans I made I wanted no or...

1. When I was 10 or so, I got a dictionary for Christmas. I was terribly pleased and immediately looked up the word 'androgynous' so I could finally find out if it meant what I thought it meant. Damned dictionary didn't have the word. Later I found out androgynous did mean what I thought it meant. I hugged it to my heart like a secret, knowing that was what I felt but was unable to claim, because...

For those who don't follow my Twatter (and I cannot blame anyone for choosing to avoid that site, although I admit I'm liking it a bit too much), here's the recap: For over a year now, Ben and I have been researching/masturbating over the idea of getting an exotic cat. We started with the Servil , an actual African wildcat that's been domesticated, and grows to the size of a Shetland pony and...

If the prior technical post caused you to go into a digital coma, I offer this amusement instead: Kanyegate Macros . Wayyyyy too many of them. Far too entertaining for a guy who hates Kanye West, like me. And, apparently docbrite as well, who clued me into this. In fact, I'd like to thank Poppy for YO FERRETT I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU I'MMA LET YOU FINISH BUT JOHN SCALZI HAS THE MOST ENTERTAINING...

Jeebus, it's complicated to leave for two weeks. Here is the letter I'm leaving for Nathan, who will be watching over stuff while we're gone. Dearest Nathan-pooh, Welcome to Manderley! The management has done everything it deemed convenient to do to ensure you have a pleasant stay. Be sure to take in some of the unique sights found only in the French Quarter! But mind those legendary nutria!...

Is your fourteen-year-old spooging on someone's face? That's the question raised by a fascinating article that docbrite linked to: " How Internet Porn Is Changing Teen Sex ." The gist of the article (though I'd encourage you to read it) is that this generation of teenagers is the first generation who've learned about sex through a surfeit of freely-available pornography. Whereas before,...

While I've diligently done the Photo-a-Day dealio that I self-imposed, you may have noticed that bloggage itself is on the wane of late. I blame docbrite , and no one else, for my acquiring an iPhone, which has, as everyone told me it would, changed my little life. It is also the good Doc's fault that I started Twatting, mainly to prove that such a pastime is a slippery slope straight to hell...

Siguiendo con la serie de universos cruzados que implican al tío Trent (primero fue King, luego Palahniuk) hoy le toca el turno a esa gran dama en parte del terror pero sobre todo de lo erótico festivo (y de los gatos, por diox, de los gatos) que es Poppy Z. Brite. La buena de Poppy menciona canciones de NIN por sus libros. Como comenté por aquí en momento confesiones con Miss litio , los...