Oh, and next week we'll have broadband and digital cable at home! Woohoo! Nobody will ever see me again.
"Hanging out on Latrell's yacht" hasn't made it onto the government's official marijuana slang list. But there's still time.
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…