cameos

cameos

Sadly, not many boys visit my site, and most are hopelessly attached to terrific girls (and boys), so this contest may not be one of those games people play. But it should be. Played. Because she is worth far, far more than a Daily Double, or a Phone-a-Friend or a Double Whammy or Solving the Puzzle.

You have to be pretty fucking beautiful to write this.

I don't care what she says, Harry Potter is the devil. And for 2 years I've been trying to get hate mail, and SHE accomplishes it just by reading about some lame wizard whipping boy who would crumble under the power of the force?

If I were ever to write a quirky television pilot, the main character would design toys for children.

No matter where you go in the world, someone has equated a body part with a food item. Personally, anytime a comparison can be made to booze, I’m sold.

In spite of all the fervor over the weblog as a path towards income, fame and celebrity captions (wtf?), perhaps the one saving grace of the medium is as a means for expressing loss and mourning. I remember as a young adult coming across the obituaries for the first time in the local newspaper and feeling remarkably hollow for the experience. Being able to read the brief stories of everyday lives as they pass into eternity has provided ample redemption for so much electronic chaff.

As wordy as I am, I should have learned long by now that in storytelling, less is more.

Sometimes, people write about heartache so well you can't help but think something must have happened. But asking the question is just tacky. Better just to take it all in.

If I ever have another kid (I WILL NEVER HAVE ANOTHER KID), I would name him or her Hollis. If I had another kid afterwards and it were a girl, K'ass would be the best name in history.

Parental lessons are really best told through stories.

Occasionally, I get a little depressed, so I just go and read the funniest post in (June 2006) history.