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If, like me, you have a lot of trouble finding books with kick-ass female protagonists, I’m currently re-reading Nicola Griffith’s crime thriller The Blue Place, and damn, I’d almost forgotten how good it is. If you don’t mind that about two thirds of the way through, there’s a short Norway travelogue, you’ll love it. How’s […]

Lots going on this morning, I’ll have more later. Looks like we’re going to sign for something in New York. I’ve never been to New York. Might be cool. Off to Denver tomorrow, etc. I’ll have lots to say about this later. My first thought was to wonder if this was the same guy who

Yea, it’s just one of those days. I’m going to go home, go to bed, and start all over again tomorrow.

Blogger ate my goddamn post. Die Blogger! Die! I think this was blogger’s way of saying, “Kameron, you’re done for the day. Really. Relax. Take a chill pill. You don’t have to be pissed at everyone today.” To which I reply: ARGGGGGGHH, you Fucker!

The problem with having a new boss who’s out of Denver and has about a zillion things he’s responsible for is that I get no feedback whatsoever. Now, really, this is nothing new for me. For the first three weeks I worked here, I didn’t even know what the hell it was we did. In

Did 3.5 miles yesterday, which I didn’t think would be a lot until I actually did it. When you’re used to jogging 2.6 or 2.7 miles, jumping to 3.5 is a fucking bitch. I just didn’t realize how much until I stood up just now. Damn. I’ve got kickboxing tonight, too.

LONDON (AFP) – A high IQ is a hindrance for women wanting to get married while it is an asset for men, according to a study by four British universities published in The Sunday Times newspaper. …for girls, there is a 40-percent drop [in marriage] for each 16-point rise [in IQ], according to the survey

I watched Midnight Cowboy last night, and for some reason, I’ve had this insatiable desire for Dentyne gum all day…

Somebody else has purportedly got Lynne Cheney’s lesbian romance up. I sure wish my last name was Cheney. The opening paragraph to a book I wrote when I was fourteen sounded just like this: “On every side, there was emptiness. On every side, the prairie stretched on and on, unbroken to the horizon. Even the

It’s quarter to seven. I’m heading to the train station, splashing through dark puddles on the pavement. The sky’s that purple-black color that city skies get just before dawn. At this time of the morning, the smell of fried Thai food from the restaurants lining the street is more stink than smell, and my stomach