I do not do well with gray skies. What can I tell you, it’s just a thing. And sooner or later, I guess, I was destined to reach some breaking point. Because no matter how nicely it may rhyme, you cannot, in fact, wish the gray away. And so today. Gray skies today. I considered …
In the annals of furry FUs, this: Big Orange. Biggie. Bigs. Aka our beloved bastard Biggles, not allowed on our kitchen-island counter. Says me, anyway. Biggles himself refuses to acknowledge this, despite our long-standing ritual of him climbing up, sometimes in blatant view of disbelieving humans, to investigate whatever — untended wet cat food being …
Tributes have been piling up for Anthony Bourdain since news of his death last Friday morning in a luxury hotel in Strasbourg, France. As tributes will when death intersects celebrity, particularly when suicide is the culprit. Tributes in this case are requisite, however. This was Anthony Bourdain, for chrissakes. Anthony Fucking Bordain! Former chef and …
How to tell if it’s a Monday: Did you just clean fresh turtle pee from one of your car’s floor mats in the parking lot before work, pinning your tie up high onto your shirt to keep from re-living reptile urine all day long? If you answered yes, then it’s safe to say it’s a …