“Hey, wake up,” I said, gently shaking Anne’s shoulder. Her iPhone buzzed and chimed on the nightstand beyond her, out of my reach. “What are you doing?” She mumbled, pulling out one of her earplugs and pushing her eye mask up onto her forehead. “It’s 630. Your alarm is going off.” “I didn’t hear it,”…
So how about that Breaking Bad finale? As I said to Twitter: That right there is how you end a series. Anne and I are going to go back and rewatch the entire series, and since there isn’t much new on television that we care to watch, I’m finally going to get her to watch…
I was drivingparked on the 405 yesterday afternoon, taking 90 minutes to go 18 miles, because it would just ruin Los Angeles if we had useful and efficient public transportation. My brain wandered a little bit (to preserve my sanity, I presume,) and this book sprung into my mind. I hadn’t thought about it in…
I found a weird bit of video on the Internets, extracted the audio, and I made it a little bit weirder in Audacity. I hope you enjoy it, and if you want to do anything with it, it’s yours under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 3.0
Earlier this year, at a convention in New York City, a guy brought me this picture to sign for him. That’s me in 1987, wearing one of Wesley Crusher’s first sweaters. As I reached for my pen, he reached into a bag he was carrying, and took out … that sweater, which he’d bought at…
