What the inside of my head looks like.

Sometimes I feel obligated to lie for no other reason than that the truth seems like it would sound even MORE like a lie, and a lie would be more plausible.  Am I the only one who does this? Case in point: yesterday’s bus ride home from work. So.  I get on the bus.  It’s [...]

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“I’ll Just Eyeball It”: Or, Why I’m Not Allowed To Move For At Least Five Years

The one stereotypically male trait I don’t have and really, really want is the Spatial Sense Gene. I so do not have this gene, and I am constantly, endlessly aware of it.  You know what I’m talking about.  It’s the instinctive way dads have of figuring out exactly what order to load everything into your [...]

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The Liev Schreiber Incident: or, Why I’m Not Allowed Around Famous People

(EDITOR’S NOTE: I went back through this post after I had finished writing it and counted every single time I said something that made me sound like a crazy person.  I have marked them [like so] for your reading pleasure.) I lived in New York for a year after graduation and had an internship at [...]

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