I have a particular skill or bit of experience that is neither widely-held nor widely-sought. Before you all start speculating (“It’s that thing he does with his tongue!”), I’m not going to talk about the what. For the sake of argument, let’s just say I knit yak hair into festive tea cozies. Let’s go further […]
There will be a plaintive earful in the TANcast we recorded yesterday, but I wanted to toss this up in writing since it’s been on my mind recently. Please don’t out me.
We’ve been doing TANcast for a while, so I think I can finally get something I posted to a private MySpace profile out in the open without being judged unfairly. It is simply this: I hate black people. There! I’ve been wanting to say that out loud for a while now. To be clear, there […]
Andy’s October of Suckage: Day 15 Blah blah, late post, socked nuts… I’ve been trying to locate a copy of a short story (~5000 words, I think) originally created for an English class back in 1998. I called it Paranoia, and it was essentially the diary of a madman. Thanks to Hotmail’s old “log in […]
Andy’s October of Suckage: Day 13 I just wanted to share with you all something I said to my then-not-yet-wife one evening in early December 2005: Pink Meatstick of Death … Pink Meatstick of DEATH !!! Yeah, she didn’t get it either.
Andy’s October of Suckage: Day 12 Yeah, yeah, I know… This time it was a dick-punch. Long, long ago, back when (or before?) some of you were actually in diapers, I did some development work (wait, didn’t I claim to have been a banker?) in C, C++, and Smalltalk. Recent career shifts got me back […]
Andy’s October of Suckage: Day 9 This afternoon I was sitting at the computer, watching people with more active and interesting lives fail, when there was an unexpected friendly “shave-and-a-haircut” knock on my front door. I hopped up and, after a moment of frantic legs/pants battle and a quick check of my zipper, I waddled […]
Earlier today I tweeted about a project. Here it is: Andy’s October of Suckage: Day 1 Because I lack the ability to form original, meaningful thought, I am stealing Tim’s idea, like, whole. I’m just biting off him, completely shamelessly. The only promise I make is that if I miss blogging at least once in […]
I think I’m done with July. I mean, I bought a my first house in July, my mom’s birthday is in July, my wedding anniversary is in July, the 4th of July is in July, but I think I’m just done with it, on the whole.
Fuck it. I’ve been dancing around, trying to keep everything consistent, and it’s getting confusing. I’ve done a lot of soul-searching and I’ve come to the conclusion it just isn’t worth the effort anymore. It’s time to unmask the monkey…