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  • Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Now see here: my DNA wants me to look like a perogie-gnawing Russian peasant, and I have indeed looked that way many times, but I will continue to Winston Churchill my way against that genetic insistence. So yes, here’s another rare selfie that’ll be a collector’s item by 2125!  Deal with it!  And for the record,…

  • Sometimes we feel…

    Sometimes we feel…

    …like this overflowing recycling bin behind my building. It is always–I mean, ALWAYS–like this, because all the Gen Zedders here do nothing except order online and consoom. Can someone convince me they aren’t completely useless? Anyone at all?! I’m keeping this extremely brief, because I’m currently in bed trying to make sure that everything permanently…

  • …in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:

    …in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:

    I’m quite busy with my day job and with writing a whole pile of stuff (my first excruciating book, upcoming blog posts about nothing of any consequence), but I have said this once, twice, three times a lady: I will never kick you out of bed for sitting on my face. I don’t care what…

  • I Am The Cosmos

    I Am The Cosmos

    I’ve been tackling my (first) book with enthusiasm, and it’s been pretty astonishing how readily the stories and experiences have been rushing back to me, all of them in a helpfully linear fashion.  I have duffel bags and duffel bags containing years and years of journals (“diaries” just sounds so juvenile) to aid me in…

  • Happy International Men’s Day!

    Happy International Men’s Day!

    That is, in fact, a young-ish Clive Owen. Something about this guy has always made me feel tingly, flushed, and indecent. Well, I’m not going to say too much about this day. It just reminds me of when I was a kid, and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day would roll around and my siblings and…

  • When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    That, friends, is a picture from nearly 13 years ago.  I was in the best shape of my life, having worked very hard on sobriety and my physical / mental health for an entire year, and wanted to photo document the outcome with the help of a friend in Victoria who was also an aspiring…

  • What happened to sexy legs? [UPDATED WITH A NON-HYPOCRITCAL VISUAL]

    What happened to sexy legs? [UPDATED WITH A NON-HYPOCRITCAL VISUAL]

      No, really. What happened to sexy legs? Do we not care about sexy legs anymore? I sure care about them.  And considering it’s summertime–the worst time of year without a doubt–we should be thinking about, and admiring, all sorts of sexy legs.  Yet here we are, not even giving them a second thought, and…