No point, really, but here goes: My lover wears a white shirt / My lover wears a white hat My lover’s wearing tight black jeans / And I’m alright with that My lover likes a tight fit / My lover likes a slow hand My lover likes an old-fashioned man / And I’m alright with […]
First, we doff our propeller beanie hats at the passing of one of the greats, perhaps the last of the dinosaurs. Hard core science fiction has known giants, and Arthur C. Clarke, who died on Wednesday at the age of 90, was one of the last of the greats, upon whose shoulders I am not […]
So, sure, I can take a few days off from typing here. Why? Because I’m the Big, Ugly Man Doll, that’s why. What’s the point of being fascinatingly crazy big and ugly if you can’t kick back once in a while, eh? Just to bring you up to speed from when last we left our hero: I’ve been […]
It was 7:45 on a sunny Sunday morning, and Don Henley had to die. By the time the coffee was ready, Debbie Gibson was pregnant with my two-headed love child. By 8:30, breakfast was on the table, my girlfriend was in a coma, and we were doing Jello shots with Jesus. Life is good.
Question: What do you call it when you eat the whole damn bag of cookies at 3 o’clock in the morning because you can’t sleep and nothing seems like quite as good an idea as tearing through that bag of chocolate chip cookies you bought yesterday? Right. Back to bed.