Is it wrong of me to assume that Breitbart’s cause of death will turn out to be drugs, sex games, or some combination of both?

I got a little gift in today’s Fed Ex from my pal Sara — the note attached said that she wanted to get me in an Austin state of mind for a future move, and they have lots of zen there. I set up the little  [more...]

Because I’m a detail-oriented, wanna-be set designer, allow me to clue you in on some of the magical wonder destinations available in Willy Wonka’s Glass Elevator, courtesy of my anal-retentive freeze  [more...]