My thanks to everyone who’s posted. I really don’t think I can do this. I appreciate that I need to give it more of a chance–believe me, I do! I know!–but I don’t think I have too much more in me. It’s not a case of being stronger than I know. I know exactly how […]
Monthly Archives: August 2007
The problem with being strong all the time is that you never learn the end of your strength. Until you drive into it. Doing sixty. It was interesting. I felt it go. My internal narrator folded her arms, leaned against the wall, and said quietly, to no one in particular, “And there…right there…is the moment […]
Well, well, well. I need to meet some people. I have been spending far too long in relative isolation–it’s gonna kill me before much longer. So! If you’re local and want to get together for coffee, dinner, whatever–send me an e-mail, tell me when’s good for you, don’t be shy! I can’t hack much more […]
Yay! I now have my own wireless, and can write on my laptop rather than Carlota’s. Still don’t have the desk system set up, but I’m a little closer at least. Last night we wandered around in pursuit of IKEA, got lost, wandered back, and found it at last. Unfortunately, by that time we only […]
So we’ve arrived in San Jose! The condo is much nicer than I expected–quite roomy, plenty ‘o space, in the middle of the quasi-barrio, but in a gated community, so not bad at all. So I was pleased there. Carlota did a great job on the advance scout. On the other hand…no furniture. At all. […]
(I had meant to post this consecutively, but my hatred of Texas overwhelmed my sense of chronology.) So while we were passing through Louisiana, with Texas only a vague foreboding on the horizon, we hit New Orleans in the mid-afternoon. “Hey!” I said. “New Orleans! I’ve never been here before!” “Let’s stop and have lunch!” […]
As I get older, and travel more and more across this great country of ours, I find myself returning to one thought more and more. From sea to shining sea, across amber waves of whatnot, the same fact resurfaces again and again. Texas fucking sucks. It never ends. You enter Texas, and you are there […]
Whew, one day on the road, and already it’s surreal. Carlota and I rolled into Alabama last night to her parents’ place, and man, they are Southern Gentry. In the nicest and most gracious possible way. By which I mean somebody handed me a Mimosa in the shower. Showered, cheerful, slightly drunk, I staggered out […]
Not quite on the road yet…which is probably why I spent last night in a gay bar drawing hamster porn. I will deny the existence of these sketches to my grave–especially that one with the ball gag–and the instigator will either be shot for contributing to my delinquency, or else roped into coauthoring the Hama […]
I’m gonna be sporadic on-line for awhile–my computer is getting broken down tonight, so it’s posting from my laptop on the road kinda stuff from here on out–but before I go, next year’s Ursula Vernon calendars are for sale! Order now! And Blackbeard’s Rugged Tampon T-shirts are now available for ordering on-line! Shock innocent bystanders! […]