NOTE: When you’re ripping a piece of wood on a table saw (to rip is to cut with the grain of the wood, as opposed to crosscut, which cuts across the grain) and you get paranoid that your fingers may be too close to the blade, do NOT simply let go of the piece of […]

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Well, it’s almost time to start writing 2002 on checks and bail sheets. I for one could care less about 2001. I was all set for things to get real science-fictioney and Jetson-like, but instead some assholes decided to kill a bunch of people in the name of their God. (What else is new, hmm?) […]

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Ari just came up with a cool band name: Butt Muscle. I like it. Her favorite is still Dog Slobber, but I think Butt Muscle is my current favorite. Oh, have a happy holiday, y’all. I might be around. Don’t know, though. So, in case I don’t see ya, peace.

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Ooooooh! I’m just so goddamned mad I could spit. Not many things get me really worked up. But when I hear stuff like this, I am reduced to raw nerves and irrational behavior. Via New Breed Librarian, some librarians in Normal, Ill., have asked a library board member to refrain from breastfeeding her child during […]

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MICHAEL: Hang on, mom, Julien wants to talk to you. (Hands phone to Julien.)

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I have a door! I’m beside myself. I … I have a door, and it will soon have my name on it. Michael Brown. That’s what it’ll say. And it’ll be mine. And on the other side of the door there’s an office. And everything in that office is mine. Well, technically it belongs to […]

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So I had a momentary brush with tragedy yesterday. For approximately 2.5 minutes, I became Too-Much-Input Dad

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I went to Wal-Mart down on IH-35 today. Eleven days before Christmas, I went to Wal-Mart. Kick me. Jesus, is there any place more miserable than a Wal-Mart in a low income Texas neighborhood in the middle of the Christmas season? If it’s not the 30-member family all screaming at each other in housewares, it’s […]

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So, today is my last day at this job. I’ll never have to make that drive again. Usually, I take IH-35 up to the first exit just before you get to the river, just north of Riverside. I don’t even know what exit it is. The only thing off that exit is the RBJ Hospital […]

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That’s all I have to say. Big, fat, ugly Blugh.

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