The difference between poetry and prose. I’ve been trying to figure this one out for years. One of my playwriting profs asked me this one, since I was trying to write both. The tentative answer of the day: Prose is clear, communicative writing. Poetry is clear, communicative writing under extreme conditions. –I never really liked […]

Email update. I took a Gmail invite from Doyce recently, and have changed my email address. Worry not! Thanks to Doyce’s savoir faire, the old address is forwarding to the new address. If you’d like the new address, email me at the old address or leave a comment here, and I’ll send you the new

In other birthday news, Ray and I went to a birthday party for a little girl that Ray plays with. Now here I have to figure out what I want to say. Every time Ray runs around with this kid, I pity her and feel proud of the way we’re raising Ray. After all the

Horoscopes. People shouldn’t read the horoscope for the month they were born, but the month they were conceived. This would make Lee, birthday Sept 1, a Capricorn: Between North and South Korea is a long, narrow strip of land called the DMZ. Designed to be a buffer zone where all human activity is prohibited, it

Experienced Orangutan Wanted. Terry Pratchett at the Hugos. via BoingBoing.

Holy crap. A picture of Hurricane Frances approaching Florida.

Harry Potter. Ray sat on my lap through all but the last five minutes of the Prisoner of Azkaban. And this is not a girl with a low restlessness quotient. Cheap theater good.

Acid Purple or Invisible. I woke up this morning and had ideas. Now I can’t remember what they were. I took a shower and had ideas. I can’t remember them, either. I had ideas at work, and they’re gone, too. On the way home I realized that I’d slipped into the state of mind where

It makes sense once you see it. Headbanging belly dancers at Metal Goddess.

Yo mama. Yo mama so fat when she pull her pants down, people start turning into werewolves, ’cause it’s a full moon. –Tshirt.