In the mid 80s a college professor told me a (possibly apocryphal) story about a male student who wrote an essay arguing that women were inherently less rigorous writers- using George Eliot’s work as an example of the epitome of said rigorous male writing that no woman could match.

I think I’m doing ok! But thanks!

Okay a couple of things:

I also can't name a single female writer that inspires me. I can't name a male writer who inspires we either. I am a sentient hunk of cheese that someone plugged directly into the Internet. I am inspired by mold and bacteria.

Having these exact thoughts a lot lately. Just went through a breakup and, even though I knew it was for the best, I remember saying (while blubbering hysterically) “I’m just so sick of losing people”, over and over.

I’ve been thinking about relationships and how many people move in and out of others’ lives lately. Friendships, lovers. You always say the same things: “I love you, you’re my soul mate, you’re my family” etc etc. Then poof. They’re gone. They leave you, find someone else, die. I sound really naive, but honestly, when…

This is my sweet, handsome boy, Fezzik.

25% of shelter dogs are purebred. There are rescues for just about every breed you can think of. These dogs need homes too.

The joy of leaves.

Nothin will ever beat my little Boyscout back when he had his little cast.

Core geeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzz!!!!1!!

I sleepy Muttley.

Our Oskar (since passed) he was the best!

Please give me back Jezebel.

Please don’t do this switch thing again. I like the Deadspin writers at Deadspin.

Don’t worry about being gray, I have a system that’ll take care of that.

Ooh, free-range caffeinated eggs!!!! It's gold, Jerry!

“...as an anemic and noodle-bodied sloth with zero competitive instincts who was traumatized by the mere thought of physical discomfort...”