Far too many serious writers treat the Internet with bemused detachment. They are missing out. They are especially missing out wherein Facebook groups are concerned. Thank God they have a… uh, non-serious writer such as myself to set them straight. Consider, for example the title of the latest group I joined on Facebook: “In aContinue reading “The Immortal Genius of Facebook Groups: from Ian McEwan to John Locke (the bald badass on “Lost,” that is)”
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Love letters, part three
“You’re beautiful.” A friend of mine recently told me that the men in her life say that to apologize for something they’ve done, or are about to do. “You’re beautiful” = “I’m sorry I’m going to have sex with you, because I’ve been told that it’s dirty and wrong. I’m sorry I’m going to destroyContinue reading “Love letters, part three”
I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland
Especially now that I need some cheering up. Behold Robin Williams (the Glorious Version of Robin Williams, not the Version that makes soul-destroying schlock like “License to Wed”):
The end is nigh
Someone’s dared to stand up to Roy Keane. And the poor woman is only 18. Far too young to die the hideous death of a martyr. I’ll have to figure out how to patch ShowSports a hundred or so feet down into the earth, to the fall-out shelter.
The Premiership Is Upon Us
How did a Dynamo Kyiv freak like me get roped into caring about the Premiership? Oh, I know, it’s because of a man. When the Master died on the season finale of “Doctor Who” this year, he wiggled his eyebrows and said “always the women.” In my case, it’s always the men. The problem withContinue reading “The Premiership Is Upon Us”
Natalia A. 