At Least They're Committed

Wow! Just like that it stopped. The rigid plates, shifting, grinding, exploding in my head and below my feet have stopped. It’s over. I suspected that might be the case when I woke up Sunday morning, but I couldn’t be sure until today. I worried Sunday that maybe it was just because I’d had too much Tylenol PM and I… Read more

GDA is leaning over my right shoulder and watching as I type this. I’ve been working hard on the magazine all day and darnit it’s Valentines Day and he and Raphael were kind enough to stop by and so GDA and I thought it might be a good spot of fun to create our combined V-Day music… Read more

I was walking down the Cherry Creek path listening to my iPod and thinking about how it always seems like a good idea to just roll out of bed without showering but how halfway through the day as I look in the mirror and this scary-ass chick looks back I always regret it and how nice… Read more

Today it happened when I was doing lat pulls in the sad-ass but functional little gym we have on campus. Left side, seventh through ninth ribs caught on fire. The cartiledge severed again. Forrest Calvert. It doesn’t happen much anymore, but for years I wasn’t even able to laugh hard, let alone do a series of lateral pull-downs, let alone… Read more

Oh, man! Laura Thorpe is dead! Evidently she choked on her vomit while having a seizure in her bed in 1996. She’s now the second of two eccentric people I reported on in Farmington who died not long after I moved. I didn’t know. Thorpe was the woman who in 1992 sliced open her breasts with a disposable… Read more

. . . and you think I’m sexy, come on Sugar let me know!” Dammit! Who got Rod Stewart stuck in my head!!??? AUGH!!! All right, no more procrastinating! Time to work! 😦 Read more