Uncle! Uncle! (or Don’t Drink and Blog) I am only one person. I know I’ve said this before, but there’s too much good stuff happening on the Internet. I can’t keep up. There is not enough time in the day…
Uncle! Uncle! (or Don’t Drink and Blog) I am only one person. I know I’ve said this before, but there’s too much good stuff happening on the Internet. I can’t keep up. There is not enough time in the day…
Dressed To Kill (or Are You Really Going Out In That?) An open letter to all the anti-fashionistas out there. To whom it may concern, Seriously, what are you wearing? Take a good look at yourself in a floor length…
New Domain Just a quick announcement to say this blog has moved to a new domain at verbatimgibberish.com. If you are reading this then everything is working fine. Don’t worry. (If only it was that easy!) I guess if something…
(or I Never Meta Muse I Didn’t Like) Nothing inspires you more than a deadline, but not a self-imposed, arbitrary, it-doesn’t-really-matter kind of deadline. It doesn’t really count unless there are some consequences. You don’t spend all night cramming if…
(or My Inner Dialogue Part Five) “So I was going to talk to myself today but apparently I did something to really piss myself off. I’m not sure what it was, but it must have been bad.” [silence] “Yessiree. I…
After she died, I found some books in my great aunt’s attic. Among them were her diaries. May 6th, 1972 Dear Diary, I’m so glad that spring has arrived. I can finally get out and work on my garden. It…
(or If It Ain’t Broke, Sell Them Upgrades) Have you ever had the experience where you walk into a store to buy something and it’s just not there anymore. It might have been something you’ve been buying for years, like…
(or Life’s Too Short To Deal With All Your Problems) Please don’t take anything I say too seriously. I may write something and then change my mind the next day. Or the next minute. I’m like that. I’m a flibbertigibbet.…
(or What’s Behind Door Number One?) Is it just me or are people getting more rude? Now I’m not talking about you garden variety pedants who correct your grammar or the guy at the back of the line who jumps…