The Case of the Disappearing Voice

I look out of my office window to see it’s snowing again and I find myself wondering what day it is, what month, even. Every day seems to bleed into the next, one inch of freezing white powder at a time. The skies were not always this gray and foreboding, I think to myself. In

Briefliest Of Briefly Posted Brief Postings

I currently live in an igloo shaped like a house. You may look at my current domicile and think “THAT IS NOT AN IGLOO SHAPED LIKE A HOUSE, IT IS A HOUSE WITH A LOT OF SNOW ON IT. YOU ARE A CRAZY LYING PERSON WHO SPEAKS IN NON-TRUTHS”, but you would be wrong. It

Dick Van Dyke’s Been Rescued By Porpoises

This is how I’ve spent the last hour and forty minutes of my morning: — Just a few things not covered in the previous entry: 1: We’ve moved. We’ve moved to a large house what has no leaks whatsoever and is very nice and has a garage and a library/office, in which I am currently

2011, One Year To Live

It is, of course, that time of year again during which I make many claims of good intentions. I claim intentions of writing more, of reading more, I claim intentions of losing weight and of de-stressing myself. I claim intentions of taking more pictures (not this year, as I find myself without a camera), and