Worst. Phone Whore. Ever.
So far the working title is "For A Good Time, Call Jennifer." If y'all can think of anything better, please let me know.
Verbal extremism in defense of civil liberties is no vice
So far, in the past two weeks, I’ve become the only libertarian to register as a non-troll member of a Communist chat forum (because that was the only way to get in touch with this guy I needed to talk to for a story), and today, after clearing it with my boss, I used my work computer and e-mail to join a website for local Furries. (I posted the same picture that’s here on my blog. That might get embarrassing later.)
Anyway, I’m hoping to make contact with the Furries, and convince them to let me talk to and write about them. Meanwhile, I turned in my stories for this week’s issue but have no idea what to write about for next week. I really should try to write something witty and pithy for my blog here, but after being in full-on creative mode all week I only have energy enough to mutter a half-hearted “Bush sucks.” Has he done anything unusually stupid lately? I haven’t been paying attention.
If y’all know of anything cool going on in the western suburbs of