While eating alone in Kenny Rogers (for some reason I always have interesting seatmates whenever I eat alone in Kenny Rogers. There was that one gay hotel corporate powerful person who was leaking interview secrets to a male applicant who… Read More ›
Month: November 2009
Infinite Crisis
Recently read a Facebook note by Lloydie about missing certain things. Lloydie is presently in Malaysia or Singapore or somewhere searching for himself, training in the various modes of Asian self-defense. He is travelling the world for all sorts of… Read More ›
Learning. Is Overrated.
A few months ago I texted my friend Vampirella inquiring about the cellphone number of Ysmault, and after a few minutes she replied with the number. Genuinely grateful I texted back, “Gee, thanks!” I know, must be all the comic… Read More ›
And For Today’s Psychotherapy: It Wouldn’t Have Made Any Difference
We can think about these things, think of them as needles slowly burying themselves in our heads and in our hearts and in our spirit and feel unable to escape and rise above these obstacles, think of them in the… Read More ›
Trainspotting With Renton, JAPT, RBTDS, Namtab Pots, and Ruth Marx
I arrived quite late for Namtab Pots’ birthday party. I was told that some of my closest high school friends were coming and I haven’t seen them in a long time, and I needed to see these people. Namtab Pots,… Read More ›
Blackest Night Updates
Self-serving comic book-related entry. Last chance to stop reading.The Blackest Night series is now on its issue #4, and as with any huge event it is very interesting, very huge, very wide-screen, and as a consequence each issue seems very,… Read More ›
Not Beating Around The Bush With Tits
Maybe because the end of the year is nearing, but I am feeling a terrible sense of ennui. It’s one of those blog entries, I know. Ennui ennui ennui. Whine whine whine. Be morose. Morose morose morose. But we can’t… Read More ›
Supposed Former Melancholia Junkie 