Statcounter is a little evil and on occasion it plays tricks with my mind. I allow it, of course. It’s probably more appropriate to say I indulge it, much as I do my fantasies about Nutella and those men in the box under my bed. Every so often, when I can see from where someone [...]
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Here’s your neuroticism
11.18.06 –
I have a tiny history of obsessive behavior. Not a big one, like crazy stalker stuff where Mr. Letterman gets a restraining order against me even though it SO didn’t happen like he said in court, but a little, itty-bitty miniature one, like I can’t stand the thought of or the actuality of losing [...]
Bored at the Awards
08.28.06 –
Meh. These awards shows are getting more and more sterile, more and more formulaic as the years go by. Why must everything be done by the book? We get it, already. There’s a pre-show, there are ugly and there are pretty dresses, there is a tribute to a dead man, one to a live man, [...]