Still boiling hot. We went to the Catskills last weekend and it was so nice and cool. Be more like the Catskills, Philadelphia. I'm sick of you. Had a shit time at work yesterday. Things were actually okay until about 3pm when I got an email that pissed me off, and then I got more …
Tag: Bitching
Dry July that was Not Dry
My sister came to visit over July 4 weekend. I drank every day. I don't normally, so it kind of sucked in that I was tired all the time and felt sticky. Don't judge; I'm sensitive. So I decided to go dry for the rest of July. I made it from July 5 to July …
And Then I Said, “You Should’ve Seen the Other Guy!”
I have all these mysterious bruises. I think there are two kinds of people, generally: people who get mysterious bruises and people who know the source of every bruise they have. The latter group will bump their arms or legs on things, develop bruises, and then say, "Ah. I got this bruise when I bumped …
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The Autumn of Discontent
So the Summer of Dying continued. My dear friend Ashley lost her dear friend Dylan, who was a sixteen-year-old dog, but was also a strange and interesting guy who liked to stare at you and chomp his teeth silently. He left her heart and home empty, like Cali left ours. It's a tough emptiness to …
UGH, You’re Stupid
You're probably thinking, "Jeez, Beck, that title is really rude and accusatory." While it's true that I am generally both of those things, the title is directed at myself, not you. Don't project; it's ugly. So why am I calling myself stupid? The usual reasons. Also: I haven't written in here in a long ass …
Long Time, No See
Beck procrastinates. What a surprise. Looks like I haven't written anything here since April, which to my shock and terror (Birdemic!) was four months ago. I've been really busy with my big kid job, and with being sort of miserable, but I'm trying to get back on the creativity bus. I have actually worked on …
Happy Birthday to My Dad. Miserable President’s Day to Cheeto Mussolini.
I have the day off (sort of; I still went into work for a little while), so I'm out and about in the world, trying to get some shit done. It's President's Day, which used to just sort of mean that banks and courts were closed, and now it means I have to remember our …
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Shoveling Snow, Shoveling Bullshit, Shoveling Food in my Face.
So the city of Philadelphia is closed today because of the "winter storm." I have to say that while it is snowing outside, it certainly is not a winter storm. I've been living here for five years, and I'm still confused about why, as a northeastern city, we don't have better snow procedures. I know it's warmer …
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Nano-Why-Mo Part II: I Told You So
Welcome to November 18. Remember how I said how bad I am at Nanowrimo? My prediction has come to fruition. I wrote a little bit of a new story on November 1 and since then have done fuck all (British term). I haven't even written here, until today. Currently, I'm in my office. I had …
Long Time, No See. You’ve Changed So Much. Here’s What Happened…
So I haven't written anything in a while; there are several reasons for that. 1) I've actually been traveling and doing stuff, which is weird for me; 2) I have a job, losers; and 3) I'm lazy. So far I've just been rejected across the board, although Pseudopod sent me a personal rejection and told …
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Circle of Rage 