Ah, springtime. When a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of Luftwaffe...

Hey! Some of us are still mourning Vine.

They do that in Chicago, as well.

...Things fall apart, the center cannot hold...

I also died at Bowling Green and so did my wife.

It’s what you drink when you don’t want the soda or the purple stuff.

Totally. I mean, they hang out with Frederick Douglass every weekend--that’s how tight they are.

Who needs a remake? We’ve already got the prequel happening around us.

Well, they caught him at it one day, and...

So, two of my roommates and I went to a bar to vent over Roommate #4, who posted a “3 Roommates Wanted” ad online...without discussing it with me or the other roommate who had planned on staying. The one who planned on leaving only found about the post when it was forwarded by an apartment-hunting friend (“Hey, this…

Didn’t know there was one. When and where?

Had my last day of the old job yesterday. One week off before the new one starts, and I’m getting prepared to work in an office for the first time in my life.

Well, the menu did promise authentic American-style cuisine...

*flagged for giving views to an Iraq war chickenhawk*

My conspiracy theory is that she did it to get free room and board in the prison system. Then again, I’m a terrible person.

Not my mom—my sister.

So far, Lost Weekend is winning. I’m managing to wear a good smile around my sister and keep down all the anger for what she did to me.

Waiting to board a plane for early Xmas with the family, since I’ll be working on the holiday. The deep hurting starts immediately, as I spend two days with my sister. She’s successfully employed, with two children, and my parents enjoy having granddaughters to entertain and look after.

RSG 2016! Do you plan to run on a platfirm of oak or birch?