What's stopping you?

I finally got some writing done the other day, after a long hiatus. It felt good. Also, last night I had a dream that Marvel had hired me to write an X-Men book starring Nightcrawler. My subconscious knows me pretty well.

SLEEEEEEEEEP!

You're Facebook friends with Randy Quaid?

Sir, that's just a model.

Port wine and racing forms.

I liked it!

It shone, pale as bone
As I stood there alone
And I thought to myself how the moon
That night, cast its light
On this cursed website
As the wait time for tickets ballooned.

Wu-Tang is for the children.

I have altered the user's agreement. Pray I do not alter it any further.

Come on, Americans can come up with way better slurs!

My family's current tradition is Die Hard, after my sister and I got sick of A Christmas Story. Miracle on 34th Street is my dad's favorite (he was a public defender, and I think Fred Gailey is one of his professional heroes). My mom goes for Scrooged, and I prefer The Muppet Christmas Carol. A good mix, I think.

That's pretty damn cool! I just want to say good luck, we're all… depending…? Oh, I can't get this right, is there a doctor on this plane?

Except for the giant golden statue of Clint Eastwood that follows you with its eyes.

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?"

Fortunately our building allows both pets and wacky hijinks.

Way to maj, No-Maj!

Mine was terrifying, and then great. On Wednesday evening my housing issues came to a head, leaving me scrambling to make arrangements on short notice and scared out of my gourd that something would go horribly wrong. That poisoned my mood for Thanksgiving itself, which was otherwise lovely (we set up an informal rule…

My weekend was terrifying! I found out that my deadline for getting my housing situation settled is a month earlier than I thought, so I'm scrambling to get that resolved juuuust before I head home for Thanksgiving. Right now I have four separate contingency plans to cover my bases. Plan A is my favorite, as it…

Well, that took a turn.