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I have no trust in these studies, because there are so many other factors at work, but reading this stuff always pleases me: Not only red wine but also white wine, beer and hard liquor appear to protect against mental decline in older women, two new studies have found. I’m going to live forever!

The Republicans have simply stolen the standard way Hollywood sells movies, which is bring in the men and the women will follow. The idea in selling movies is this: Stuff your movies full of good-looking women and violence, market directly to young men and they will drag their girlfriends to see it. And the girlfriends

Amusing thoughts from the other side of the pond.

A 2002 Time-CNN poll found that 59 percent of Americans believe that the prophecies found in the book of Revelations are going to come true. Nearly one-quarter think the Bible predicted the 9/11 attacks. Drive across the country with your radio tuned to the more than 1,600 Christian radio stations, or in the motel turn

Bad Guys and poetry: In response to the question, “Can a bad man be a good poet?” there are only two things to be said: “Yes” and “obviously.” In part, that’s because the poetry world sets the bar fairly low for “badness” — when we say a poet was a “bad man,” we don’t mean

Torture is torture. I’m so incredibly irritated that the “big freakout” about the abuse being dealt out to Iraqi prisoners isn’t that it’s happening, but that some of it’s being dealt out by women. No fucking shit. Women are people too. Women can do awful, mean, terrible things. And yea, it was probably men who

So, I’m just about to cry right now, which I’ll explain at the end of the post. I knew I should have waited until after I wrote this piss and vinegar post before I opened this box. I was fucking pissed off today. Fucking, fucking pissed off. Fucking internet psychos drive me fucking nuts. I

I seem to attract a certain type of psycho, like moth to flame. It goes something like this: boys crawling toward me, prostrate, talking about how they’re not worthy of my glorious time and attention. They scream and cry and reach for me and go, “Strong, smart woman! Fix me! Nurture me! Tell me what

Been a while since I did any of that, huh? I’m pretty backlogged, and I miss writing. I miss my people. If I go two or three months without writing anything substantial, I get a little weird… and I’ve been weird the last couple weeks. Oddly, writing fantasy novels helps keeps me level. I think

Check out, “The Drugs Song.” It’s one of those “useless bullshit” mornings here in Chicago…