Look who is moving up into the world. My first blog received rave reviews on Myspace.com (a newscorp subsidiary). Now, two blog deep into the WWW and your old friend, Jane, is already on the independent Blog-o-sphere. It goes without saying, I would rather get work with one of the bigger companies, ABC, NBC, or the mecca FOX, but we all have to start somewhere. Even my hero Ann Cuthur had to start out somewhere. Ann had to learn the school of hard knocks on the mean streets of Harvard Square pre-StarBucks and I have to start out on this loopy liberal owned site.
Cha cha cha Changes
Hello all,
You might have noticed American NonFiction doesn’t look like it used to. We got a face lift for the new year. Some changes have taken place as we move closer to our first printed issue. We have cut the operation of the site down to four sections. You will remember our old favorites Incorrect [...]
One of thoes days
When nothing seems to come together. You step out of bed. The floor against your feet feels odd in a normal sort of way. Two left feet meet and you fall, walking ain’t worth it today. Check the vitals and lose a phone number. Procrastination gives way to little productivity. Hobbies feel oppressive, meditation with the new aged nanny is staggering. The house empty, the way I like it, but this days has changed the fortress of solitude into prison bars.
Through the looking glass: gruvr.com
I get tons of E-Mail, not from gaggles of my adoring fans but from gaggles of adoring fans of my money. Web Cam woman who are willing to do every command I type in an effort to help me download… in my pants. There are the Astrological sites who will give me half of my star report for free but will leave the good bits for the the paid half. Matches from various date site.
Life, Not just a game to teach you about Credit.
A work of prose by Wesley A. Bridle about the current state of credit card in board games.
New Improved Super Saver Year.
“Grandpa pissed his pants again, He don’t give damn.”~Warren Zevon
Warren Zevon proclaims the end of “07, a foul year in the scope of society. Another 365 days forward. A giant leap toward a single global nation for the corporation, by the corporation, and of the corporation. 1984 it ain’t but we are not far off the mark. Our ultimate loss of freedom, while at the same time, the top 20% propagandize the idea of freedom. Freedom of the open road, freedom of the multi-faced brand labels. You can get any kind of hamburger you desire but you can only get hamburger, Baby.
