Category: Me

In The Economists’ fine obituary of Harold Pinter, they mention how he raged against the “bourgeois smugness of the London theatre scene”, among other things. And I have to say that’s exactly what I feel when I write.

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Yeah, so I’m on board the Twitter bandwagon*. If you want to stalk me, just follow graham_powell. You’ll thank me, someday.

* I accidentally type this “bangwagon”, which is something TOTALLY different. And I’m not really on …

Forty years ago, in Austin, Texas, your humble narrator was born in humble circumstances. Given up for adoption, I had the good fortune to end up with the best parents I ever had. On the day the brought …

I’m trying to work on some new pickup lines. Vote in comments for the ones you like:

1) So, you wanna go outside to my Toyota Corolla?

2) Come here, and I’ll let you rub my bald spot. It’s so …

I am totally addicted to I Can Has Cheezburger?. Today’s favorite:

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