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Luckily, clouds covered the moon and I transformed back to human form. I was able to duck back into the house before I devoured an entire family. This lycanthropy is getting to be a pain in the necktie. And it's not even funny enough to make a sitcom of it. Of course, if it were an American sitcom, it wouldn't be funny anyway.

Monterey Jack Cheese turns 70 today. He's very much like Mickey Rooney, except taller, English, and much younger. Oh, and nothing like him, personality wise; I have not,… Continue

..turns out the rampant intellectual skullduggery I call my humanities course is filled to the rim with curiously uncreative thinkers. I am speaking of a lack of mental acuity to rival even the right wing; a display of gray matter flatulence that could be sliced up with a knife, mixed, baked, packaged, and sold as dipshit pie. I am too dismayed by the buffoonery that I dare not reproduce it in writing here, lest I become dumber by further exposure.

Aside from that, all is going swimmingly, exce… Continue

I know what you're thinking... "any minute now, that pigeon will fly away and I can have the rest of that ice cream." Well, you're sick! Eating off the ground like some... like some red-clawed crab, except for the ground is not underwater and the ice cream is not exactly deep sea sediment. You know, actually, sidewalk dairy treats sound pretty good right now. I digress.

School begins again and I poke my rather bulbous nose into texts of ancient Rome. As if I needed anything more than Life of Br… Continue

Driving through the desert in a car without A/C is as much fun as a sharp golden stick in the eye. I am awaiting new funding in the next couple months which would rectify this rampant sweatiness, but until then there is the happy thought of melanoma. It will be, no doubt, a fascinating topic of discussion at my next dinner party. It may make up for the salmon mousse.

I have yet to meet with advisors to see which courses I require to finish my degree. Less than a year remains until I join the ho… Continue

Oh where is my summer? Although the calendar indicates it is near, the sky itself, where a good deal of the summer actually happens, does not indicate an impending approach. All that appears imminent is a nip of rain, just enough to keep the weeds growing and the drivers incompetent.

As my body continues to process the Chinese delicacies of last night, turning the crab cheese wontons into bubbly thigh fat with which to turn away the ladies, I sit in front of the screen checking my many and vari… Continue