All art, some would say, is a form of masturbation. That theme has unintentionally arisen in some of my projects (my loner series was meant…
Four years.
Opening a conference on design by reading the yellow pages may not be the best idea, but who am I to judge genius? I spent…
Chris was a strange fellow. Nice enough, a little shy. He should have realized his obsessive love for Jon would never come to fruition. In…
All the lights in my home are flickering. I awoke to the sound of a loud pop and toasted plastic. Jill and I are two…
My microwave says this is the end.
Ahh, the fresh smell of an exhausting first week of classes. I am ready to collapse, and I have only been going for three days.…
The only difference between today and last week are a few thousand confused looking 18 year olds. If the tables set up for lost freshmen…
and sometimes you're surfing myspace and listening to the decemberists and a banner ad screaming “hit ten monkeys and win a FREE* laptop” comes on…