Book report time! If you don’t care, move on.

We’ve found them at last!

This didn’t really happen, but the iPod does deflect unwanted conversation, past the guy nod of ‘I have an iPod, you have an iPod. We’re to sexy for this shit.’

Well I went to bed in Cleveland and I woke up in Chicago. Got a cell phone in my pocket and I’d blog you if I could.

An open letter, actually mailed, to Dr. Mower. His Latin was much better than the Fun Latin.

I used to ride a train from Santa Barbara to San Diego every six weeks, to get between my school and my home. Around LA, when we pulled across the chained LA River I would look at all the graffiti and such. I wrote this thinking about those days.

I was always a twinkle in her eye, and she will always be a twinkie in hers.

Tales from the flip side including ‘Digging to China’ and ‘Jesus Bitch Slapped my Granny’ These are all true. Names changed? Maybe. Oh and I came up with a new word. Homofreakish. People who aren’t homophobic, but are still a little skittish (or freak a little) around us queers. Use as you’d like.

An outline of a concept piece of Old Time Radio and how it keeps a family close.

Unlike Lara Croft, no one spends hours staring at my breasts. And I’m thankful for it.