I Normally Ignore The History Channel.

To Aspiring Writers, I Would Tell Them That We Live In A Wonderful Time Where You're Able To Make Your Work Visible, Easily. If You Think About It, Even Ten Years Ago Or Twenty Years Ago, There Was A Middle Man, There Was A Publisher, There Were Studios, There Was This World Of Rejection Letters. Now, We're In A Place Where We Have The Technology And The Ability To Go Shoot Our Own Movies Or To Put Stuff On Youtube Or A Blog, If You're A Writer, Or Self-publish.

Of Course, The Strippers Also Take Pains Not To Appear Too Innocent, Valorous, Or Bookishly Inclined. (in Direct Opposition To The Swayze Mandate Of 1987, Everybody Puts Baby In A Goddamn Corner.)

He Is The Cheese To My Macaroni.

He Wasn’t A Carrier Of Commitment-phobia Or Other Notable Boy Diseases And He Used Expensive Moisturizer. That’s About All It Takes To Bang My Gong.

I Try To Avoid Twitter. I Occasionally Can't Resist The Siren Call Of Email.