Whore Moans

Whore Moans

Some days, I think guys have all the luck. Not that I’m complaining—at least not more than usual. I know all too well that I should be grateful for the prescription that tricks my body every month so that I’m not feverish, breaking out in a cold sweat, vomiting, or suffering The Cramps From Hell. But after years of relative comfort and bliss, I suddenly feel like I’m 60 years old and menopausal. In other words, why the hell am…

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Fly, Birds, Fly!

Fly, Birds, Fly!

I promised some time ago to post a tutorial on how to make 3D stereograms like this one: The tutorial will be in three parts—maybe even four or five. They’re fairly easy to make (really, they are!) but a little complicated to explain. In the meantime, keep your eyes on the skies and watch out for the bird poop! Share this post:

My Noisy Neighbors Are Bird Brains

My Noisy Neighbors Are Bird Brains

Things haven’t changed all that much since I moved. July was noisy in this neighborhood, even at two in the morning and two days after the Fourth. They simply really like their fireworks here, and even though the city site says it’s illegal to have them, they’re used to having them, so my San Diego-raised sensibilities get a little annoyed with the occasional disturbance. But by far, my noisiet neighbors are here at the new place. Every other day, I…

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That Voodoo That You Do, or Ouch

That Voodoo That You Do, or Ouch

Now I know someone’s got a bobble-headed voodoo doll of me stashed in their closet somewhere, and somehow their dog got at it and started using it as a chew toy. Not only was this the week of My Major Sleep Deficit; this was also the week of Bumper Cars With April. It started with a bite to my lip and a grouchily muttered expletive. According to Filipino superstition, if you bite your lip someone’s talking very badly about you….

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