Month: December 2011

Looking back over it, yesterday’s entry seems more “straight fuckin gloomtron” than “ironically gloomy.” I should add an addendum (addendize? addendate?): Christmas is my favorite time of year no matter what. 12/25 24/7 never forget. Now it’s time for Sage’s favorite update of the year. Let’s cut the preamble and get right to the spoils:     (???)    …

Christmas eve, folks. Seems like this day keeps turning up on the calendar, just like any other day. Hurtling around the sun at a bajillion miles an hour and here we are, one year later, still hurtling silently through the thick black empty of space. Makes you think, right? Why’s this day so special? What makes Christmas any different than…

changed my car’s headlight tonight. only lost one wrench in the engine somewhere. i drove around real fast, taking lots of sharp turns and braking hard, to ensure the wrench would either get flung into the engine, causing a massive explosion, or flung out under the chassis and onto the road where a child might pick it up and eat…

nitpicky just isn’t the word i’m looking for. detail-oriented puts a positive spin on it. aggressively. painfully detail-oriented, maybe that’s how i should describe the people who review my work. but not everyone, no, and that’s the clincher. i send a document to a pair of fellow writers and receive a moderate amount of decent, insightful feedback. great! i edit…

i’ve defeated a couple video games recently, maybe i’ll talk about that: condemned: criminal origins – fairly solid game in terms of persistent fear. drug addicts and insane bums weilding planks and pipes come out of just about every nook and cranny to bash your head in. extremely visceral – i jumped dozens of times as i was caught by…

nothing happened last weekend, thank god, so don’t worry, dear reader(s), you’re not missing out on anything. i failed to connect with anyone on friday night and spent saturday night watching msu basketball. during the days i read in various libraries around south madison. it was chill and boring and not unexpected. this weekend has played out similarly, with the…

i have a rich interior life. this is supposed to be the excuse that dull, introverted people give when others question why they’re so quiet all the time. i’ve been ruminating on it lately, since, honestly, i feel like i do have a rich interior life. interior, in this case, being mental, rather than interior design or the pulp and…