I ask you, have you ever tried to put on a sock with one hand? Because I just did. Sitting on the ball, I need one hand holding something like the desk in front of me to prevent myself falling off. And let me tell you, putting on a sock with one hand is freaking hard. But I’ve never seen a one-armed man go sockless. Makes me think of Socrates: Be kind to everyone you meet, for we are all fighting a harder battle. Man, I need to get to the office.

The last poll is now closed, with a total of 13 votes. 38% of people, given a choice of ten plot templates, chose as their favorite the following: “Boy (or Girl) struggles with the dilemmas of being human and can offer us no solutions but is damned interesting.” Second place, with 23% of the votes, went to: “Boy (or Girl) meets alien. Alien eats Boy.” To see the full results, click here. Please don’t forget to vote in the new poll, which is in the usual place, in the right sidebar. I think this one’s a fun one, and it’s …

My friend Adam has such a way with titles. For example, on his blog today: A Friendly Note to the Assholes That Use the Parking Lot at Work Oh my goodness. And he’s also linked to a Reuters article titled “Cambodian cuts off penis to feed spirits”. Where does Adam find this stuff?

Yep, I’m finally trying to finish the draft so I can finally, eventually, get to editing the damned thing and sending it out. However, I just realized that one of the plots I was using as background, really, honestly, ought to be foregrounded. It’s almost all centered on one character, who is peripheral to a lot of the real action; a Chinese (? or perhaps Indian, or even Croatian, I’m not sure… he needs some more development in my imagination before I write anything about him) bounty hunter who is hunting a group of Kurdish guerrillas (ie. terrorists), specifically one …

Life seems still to be all lotus blossoms springing from my every footstep. Our conversation was long, we laughed a great deal, and we understand one another; honesty, we dare even honesty. She asked me, out of the blue, the one question I didn’t expect, and which I was a little nervous to bring up myself at this point (though I would have eventually). And I answered her honestly, and she understood. Even that. “It’s a nice,” to use the words of my friend John Wendel. I’m not gonna go on and on about details here, but I will say, …

And I would have thought my super power would have had something to do with, I don’t know, my ability to recall Greek words a decade after last studying them. But oh no… Your Superhero Persona by couplandesque Your Name Superhero Name Emo Kid Super Power Incredible Stamina Enemy Frozen Corpse Of Walt Disney Mode Of Transportation Shopping Cart Weapon Celine Dion Albums Created with quill18‘s MemeGen 3.0! It’s kind of weird that I found the quiz at Marvin’s page, and got a pretty similar answer to what he got in the quiz. Hmm.

She squeezes my hand, and lets go. Her hands raised up to her either side of her face—an adorable gesture she does a lot—leaning on the table with a palm on each cheek, as she listens to my answer to her question. I can’t help but smile. “Well,” I tell her, “a year ago, or a few years ago, I would have given you a different answer.” And then I think for a few moments, and in the end I cannot find a word in Korean (of course, for my Korean is not that good), or in French (that language …

My ball is big and grey. It’s huge and soft and full of air. I am sitting on my ball. I bounce a little and I rock back and forth, side to side. I do all kinds of things with my ball, and it helps my back. This $20 ball I bought at E-Mart is a wonderful big strange grey thing in my apartment, and thank the heavens for it. But I think it’s time to go pay my massage ajumma at the local bathhouse a visit. She has arms as thick as my legs, and the last time I …

Last night I had this dream that, when I woke, was all kind of still there, present in my mind. I have absolutely no idea what this is all about, but I have this distinct feeling that it’s not the first time I’ve had a dream about this. It’s strange, though, because this was the final episode in the dream. Episode? Yes, episode. Because the dream is a British television series. I don’t know how or why I dreamt a British television series, but in any case, I did. The series was about a man. The man wasn’t anyone special, …

So I’m working on an about page for this site. I’m compiling things and I’m not sure what readers of this page want to know about me. Here’s your chance to ask me some questions. I’ll probably answer, as long as your questions are reasonable… so here’s your big chance!