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well, now i’m curious
due to a part of a phone conversation i had yesterday, i now wonder — am i alone in thinking that alex trebek is gay?

as my crazy uncle lester always used to say, “you don’t need a diploma to fondle a stranger.”
ok, i don’t actually have an uncle lester, but that’s not going to stop me from making up stories about him. wait, that wasn’t what i was going to say. what i was going to say […]

this is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down
yet i have not become the prince of a town called bel air.
(note: i don’t really like to talk about my life or my feelings here because i think that anybody who actually cares doesn’t need to read my blog to find out […]

a note to my readers, or a state of the blog address, if you will
i’m just going to be honest and say i know that there are people who read this blog, or at least there are people who show up here daily and leave after ten seconds, disappointed at the complete lack of porn, […]

it has come down to this: i need a patron.
i really don’t think this is an outlandish idea. i mean, i am an artist. an artist who spends insane amounts of time contemplating fortune cookie fortunes and television commercials and spam, but an artist nonetheless. the truth of the matter is that artists need patrons […]

since about 90% of all e-mail i receive is of the unsolicited commercial variety, i have decided to embrace spam instead of hating it. although i don’t do it frequently or even regularly, i know i do write about spam here sometimes. what can i say? it is an undending source of amusement for me. […]

no, actually i was really rather sane before this
you know, just because i talk to myself out loud in public, i can constantly be found tripping over my own feet, i have been known to shake my fist at the old people driving 20 mph in the car in front of me, i yell at […]

it’s just this nasal congestion…
i want to talk about those damn afrin commercials. you know the ones i mean. the ones where someone’s head is transformed into a giant nose. tell me, am i alone in saying, “what the…. uh…. what?”
as someone who has about ninety jazillion allergies, i think it would […]

jamelah say relax
actually, i say something more along the lines of “aaaahhhhh, freak out! (le freak, c’est chic),” but that’s not the point, really.
the point is that it’s saturday and i promised myself that i would relax and do nothing today, however, that’s not going to happen, since i decided that it was of […]

weirdness abounds
so i quit my job in june, and i just had it offered back to me, kind of. how about that, huh? if i took it, that would mean my list of things i am currently freaking out about would become one item shorter.
one less thing, you know?
because i’m too […]