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For days now I’ve been trying to put my new book to bed. It’s now the conversion for Amazon formats posing the problem and I’ll have to deal with more kerfuffling on it until nightfall — except work and real life have to be in the way first. I find, sometimes, that the most worthwhile ventures […]
I’m currently stuck in that place between hating everyone and thinking I’m too brilliant to be in gen-pop. There are no sharp objects on my desk today. This is good. I’d be all Hulk-smashing the shit out of everything if only I could give enough of a fuck to do so. It’s that double-edged sword of anger […]
I’m not following the Facebook IPO offering. I’m also not an expert, or even very knowledgeable about the present world of stock buying and selling. But I know a dumb bet when I see one. Much like Groupon’s IPO, I wouldn’t buy this stock if I did have all the money in the world. Why? Because […]
Of late, several friends have shared stories that are rallying against Klout. I’ve bitched about the website/metrics system since its launch, despite my supposedly “having” some Klout and receiving several “rewards” for said AWESOMENESS. Ha-ha, I have KLOUT, bitch! But it’s all bullshit. It really is. Klout doesn’t know fuck all about what people really […]
I’m a writer. I like an audience. I also tend to use more than 20 words at a time, like on Twitter, or 75 words on Facebook. While I’ll always love the challenge of having a brilliant and funny 140-character-or-less tweet, the unfiltered-length possibilities on Google+ make it possible for me to write my Unabomber […]
There are bad people in this world. Really bad. Then there are people like this, who are just demented and cruel, who enjoy inflicting emotional pain but would never have the balls to get physical about it. Long story short? “How it started depends on who you ask. It escalated into frequent calls to police and personal protection […]