Darlin’ don’t you go and cut your hair/
Do you think it’s gonna make him change?
I cut my hair short again. I woke up Sunday morning in a stressful state, thinking of going to JournalCon next week with my hair looking as shitty as it’s been looking lately while it […] Continue Reading…
birds of Houston
Several months ago, we saw a crane in the street.
It was just after I’d finished a panel presentation at the Menil, to which I’d dragged my kids. On the way home, we saw a weird white bird standing in the middle of Stanford Street. Its long neck […] Continue Reading…
my materialistic little plan for harmony and happiness
See, what I want to eventually do (like within a year) is replace all the crappy stuff in my house with good stuff. Bit by bit, until my house (okay – apartment) rules.
Action plan:
1. Replace couch.
I got this old, super synthetic blue […] Continue Reading…
thanks
Thanks to everyone who called 713-335-3443 and listened to my readings. And thanks, especially, to those who left messages. I do get to hear them, and I enjoy them very much.
You can still call any time, 24 hours a day. I won’t mention it again until around the fifteenth, […] Continue Reading…
hear me now
Right this very second, you can call 713-335-3443 and hear me read two things I wrote — one from the chapbook and one from the book.
Call now! It’s fun! It can be secret. No one will ever know whether you call or not. If you don’t call, […] Continue Reading…
Who are you to tell me what to do?
You’re nobody, man. You’re not a damned thing.
But as for YOU, Mister Movie Star Man
You can call me, baby, any time.
Don’t be jealous, girls.
Just go out and get your own.
For real, though — I almost cut my hair today.
I was just […] Continue Reading…
electronica
Let’s talk about what it means when we say “robot love”.
You say it means metal people simulating the human act of sex. If you want, you can punctuate this by acting it out. Move one body part at a time, always to the beat.
But I wonder if robots have […] Continue Reading…
I am becoming an insurance nerd.
Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me how, but the ancient prophecy is finally coming to fruition. Deep within the bowels of my soul, a hunger has been awakened. A thirst to answer that primal question:Does this policy cover third party liability?
Tad = Best […] Continue Reading…
to the lady in the dressing room next to mine at Marshall’s
If you have to make noises as if you’re moving your bowels in order to try on those pants, then you probably shouldn’t buy those pants. On the other hand, if you actually are moving your bowels, please […] Continue Reading…
Organ stones — collect them all!
Long-time Gwenworld readers will remember that a few months ago, I had a kidney stone. You’ll never guess what I have now. Give up?
That’s right! A gallstone!
Dude — I am so freaking cool. I rule. Other people — punk-ass little bitches — think they’re […] Continue Reading…
