I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
This morning, as Washington wakes up to about 3-5 inches of snow, the various highway departments are in lockstep, with harsh words for weather forecasters. “Of course the weathermen didn’t predict [more...]
I found tonight’s episode of Manor House to be very disturbing, with it’s footage of shooting birds and the serving of an entire head of a pig. Edwardian, yes. Something I really wanted to see? No. One of [more...]
I know. I haven’t been posting as prolifically as in the past. It’s the absence of the Powerbook. The latest in that saga: Apple finally clued me in on what happened. They shipped it off to a school [more...]
