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My appreciation for Joanna Russ’s story, “When it Changed” is up. Check it out.

My laptop has died. That’s the third computer I’ve killed in the last 5 years. I really need to start buying those stupid fucking warranties. I’m getting ultra screwed.

The media seem to be running with a recurring theme around this movie: (Brokeback Mountain) the “bravery” of the actors playing the roles, the “courage” it took them to do it, and the “speculation” about whether America is ready for a “gay cowboy movie.” Certainly not a position a liberal would take, so it befuddles

I’m really happy Christmas is coming up and I’ve got a week off work (sort of. I’m working remotely for an hour every weekday morning so I can run our daily reports. Partly because I’m too lazy to teach someone else to do it and partly because I don’t have the PTO hours to take

Mr. Grande Latte Enema has given all the admins a bottle of wine for the holidays. When I saw the bottle on my desk, I had a surge of affection because I thought it was from Blaine or Yellow, you know, the guys I actually know and work with. Instead, it was the new mucky-muck

Just in time for Christmas, I got back word today that my story, “Wonder Maul Doll” has been accepted for the war anthology “From the Trenches,” to be published next year. I am really, really happy about this.

1) The first time I had sex was in a bookstore 2) The first best friend I ever had was a kindergardener who sat in front of our first grade class and read us a fourth-grade level book. He read all the time during class, and our friendship was based on the books we recommended

Off to NY for the weekend. Happily, as I could use the rest and it appears my household is imploding. I need a vacation.

Good things, for once. Morning weights, writing, gym, sensible food, short walks at work, chatting with my writing buddy Patrick, credit card minimum payments are paid, good stuff in NY this weekend, and I’ll be at the Oregon Coast next week. Sweet. Big, deep, breath. Anyway, back to writing, then dinner. And guess what I

Time for some Bad Sex. (thanks, B)