The Wayward Irregular
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The Burnout Even Keeps it in the Bathroom
Plodding to face the bathroom mirror completely in the nude wasn’t the issue, it was the pinch in my right elbow that encouraged me to consider other dimensions in space-time. The routine for years has been an unknowing homage to whatever pasty large Ar
Merlin Mann: Productivity Demiurge (or) My Job Isn’t Abusive, I Just Ran Into The Door
“Money is the reason people say they leave a job, but culture is the reason that money became an issue.†- Merlin Mann, Time & Attention
Pastel Flirtations In Showbiz: The Rock-afire Explosion
A quiet hush, a me-ma-me, and a clearing throat – all wisps slicing the quiet preparation behind the curtain. On it’s other side things are vibrant and full of life – youth dancing and feasting in celebration of another happy season, these t
Feeding From Craigslist: A Tragedy In Five Examples
Having freelanced for a goodly set of years now, I’ve been required to scrummage a chicken bone or two from the mighty internet machine phenomenon known as Craigslist. If you aren’t familiar with what exactly Craigslist is – allow me to lay the
The Motley Talents of Jonas Friendly: Bones And All
A quick note: The following work of fiction is a conclusion to part one, the tale of a rubber thumbed recluse named Mr. Friendly. As before, it’s a little more dark than the fare you may be accustomed to from your humble author, so I’d like to caution
The Motley Talents of Jonas Friendly
A quick note: The following work of fiction is a little more dark than the fare you may be accustomed to from your humble author, so I’d like to caution the more sensitive readers / listeners. Maybe skip this one if you’re squeamish, have problems wit
Kicking the Leaves with Kay, Crazy Comes With an Odor
“I’d have to say, well, nachos,†said Kay, sitting in the guest chair and looking at her feet. She peers over the notepad in her lap, and ponders the toes of her shoes. “Red wine too, but you can’t kill yourself as fast with chips and cheese.â€
No Academy for the Pixel Painters, No Sanctuary for the Learn-Thirsty
It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times. The dates, somewhere where the end of the nineties dropped cocoon and developed the colors of the dos-thousands, and the setting, your average college metropolis with a majority of the population likel
Geoff-Jeff and His Magic Flight on Wings of Buffalo
Not long ago I spent an afternoon like a situational comedy unemployed father figure, sitting in the office amongst my miscellany and looking at things that traditionally only receive the occasional dusting or replacement on the shelf when bumped. I pulle
Languish of the Heathens: To Sleep Like an Adult
On my first date with my wife all those not-millennia ago, the evening progressed better than could be expected, and at roughly three in the morning we fell asleep in each others arms. Now, take that warm fuzzy feeling I’ve just gently placed in your be