I'd like to tell you about my second most favoritest bathroom graffiti moment ever, which tangentially involves a little girls' room. But no little girls. If there were any little girls involved, then it wouldn't be a 'graffiti story' any more, now...

I've learned that sometimes, it's what you don't say that's important. Specifically, it's been my experience that any sentence ending with, 'if that's what you're trying to say' is trouble. With a capital 'T'. And an italic 'r'. And the rest of...

Man, is it time to write something again already? Shit. I thought when I moved my blogging schedule from 'every freaking damned day, mostly' to 'every other day, give or take', it would feel like a vacation. Wrong was I. It's not exactlyWeekend at...

I watched sumo wrestling on ESPN this past weekend. Why? I'm not sure, really. Perhaps NFL lineman asses just aren't enormous or bare enough for me any more. I sincerely hope that's not the reason, but now I'm having trouble replacing so disturbing...

So, as it turns out, there are certain things that you really don't want to say within earshot of your boss. And, as luck and probable mental defect would have it, I think I've said most of those things to one or another boss I've had over the...