Posts Tagged ‘not actually gender stuff’

The intersection of tired and restless is no place to find sleep. Which is another way of saying it’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m so thoroughly acclimatized to the American time zone that I’m back to being a night owl. Bugger fuck. I’m also the only person in the house who isn’t sick. Z [...]

I’ll preface this by saying I am basically a five year old boy. Scars are cool. I love them; I have some wicked ones. I’m always pleased to get more, which granted may not be terribly healthy, but scars are cool. It was a pretty natural progression to want a scar-tattoo, and I’ve been working [...]

I was talking to a friend on the phone today about a project we’re working on. DK: –so yeah, I think we could — fucking ow. Zeke: Uh, dude? DK: Ow. Sorry. You know when you need to walk to think? Zeke: Yeah? DK: And sometimes it helps to fiddle with something? Zeke: … okay. [...]

So, Osama. His death is not even slightly a gender issue, but it’s probably on the collective brain of every single human being who owns a television or internet connection in the world right now, so I’m going to take a side step and write about it anyway. I was thirteen when 9/11 happened, and [...]