Now don’t be sad, but I must sign off for a couple days. It’s moving time, which means headaches, backaches, big-ass-box-paper-cuts, movers cursing us for the inconceivable amount of books we have, and general anxious frivolity. It also means I’ll have limited access to the interwebs. The horror..
I like knowing what to expect. Call me a creature of habit, but I like knowing that almost every Wednesday night I have date night with J, that Friday nights we’re probably going to order sushi, that Saturday afternoons we hit LaBamba for a burrito lunch and then go book shopping. Patterns and routines can be boring if you let them, and it may be surprising to see someone that enjoys being quietly rebelliousprofess a love for habit...
The biggest political feud grabbing us all by the balls and the throat? Nothing to do with Clinton vs. Obama or McCain vs. Romney. The real brass knuckles-switchblade-head smashing brawl is being waged between three titans of comedy...