You know what sucks about living here on the west coast? When I’ve had a few drinks — the prime time for calling friends to talk about the sorts of things that you only talk about when you’re drunk — all your friends on the east coast are long since asleep, so you can’t call them lest you piss them off.
Lesson learned: get drunk 3 hours earlier.
Phoenix is in the desert. It was 83 degrees here today at the end of November. And it’s dry. I made the mistake today of being so involved in putting on a national convention that I didn’t take time all day [more...]
There’s something a little subversive in my using “I Love You” stamps to send out bills.
I hope that Comcast doesn’t get the wrong idea.
One year later and $36,000 in mortgage payments poorer. Today’s the anniversary of my purchase of a little California bungalow that I am slowly but surely learning to call home. I love my little house, and I love [more...]
