February 2011
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Rage, rage against the disclaimer.
I tweeted something to a friend the other day. (For the benefit of the court’s records, I will say that it was related to my disappointment with Radiohead’s THE KING OF LIMBS long-play recording. LET THIS BE DULY NOTED.) He responded, “in your opinion, of course.”
“In your opinion.” “In my opinion.” (“IMO,” if you will.) Why do these...
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In which I am an Elton John song...
[This post is for venting. Avert your eyes if you suffer from TL;DR Syndrome. Also, I didn’t intend to post this on Valentine’s Day. I wrote it several days ago. Pardon my triteness.]
Kelly Oxford recently started up a matchmaking blog. People send in a picture and a bio, then readers pick whom they want to date and, if it seems to match up, boom — Sexy Date Land. It’s a...
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How do I Tumblr, again?
Ugh. It’s happened again. Once more, I’m feeling out-of-touch with the Tumblrers whom I care about, and I’m clueless about what to post on here. Most of my Internetting is spent on Twitter, since my brain activity rarely exceeds 140 characters at a time, these days.
So, uh… Hey.
What’s up? Are you still with, uh, what’s-her-name? Still doing that thing?
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