Twelve years ago, I ran a site called The Farm. It started as a personal site, but grew to encompass the writings of six other people, three of whom I knew in person, one who I met in chat, and two who found us by happenstance and chose to join us. On the latter category, …
Yearly Archives: 2009
Professor of the Olde School
Ok day. Neurochemicals are in line. On a scale of -∞ to ∞, I rate it a Î . Still helping my friend Professor Wagstaff move his site to WordPress. We hung out last night to experiment and hash over his hosting options. Looks like his Yahoo! Small Biz hosting account won’t cut it. Yahoo! has …
Dissed Connections
Me: sitting at Epoch trying to enjoy my cup of light roast. You: rambling on about your stupid E-cigarettes to anybody and everybody you can. The way you rave about them leads me to believe one of two scenarios: 1) you are so hungry for someone to validate your lifestyle, or 2) you are on …
Attention Whoring for Dollars
It is not even 6 o’clock and the sun is already setting. This cake is a lie! You. You are: grand spiffy busy _______ a goat. May cause nervousness or excitability. Please exercise caution when operating a motor vehicle. I found a dollar in the dryer. It must be my lucky day. You ain’t preggers …
How Soon Is Tomorrow
Tired eyed and stumbling. Speeding up time, the pattern is seen. Day, to day, to day. I miss the future. A decade ago, there was hope. Like all of my tomorrows were a treasure. Like time was my greatest resource. Like the presence of time itself meant I had all I needed to convene with …