For those of you who are inexplicably not on Facebook (I envy you): I give you Otis, the visual. Immediately post-haircut, when he got un-moppified. Owly dog, tell me my future — will I be pretty, will I be rich? Li’l Otis (Larger)
Has crawled into your pantry cupboard, and managed to turn on your Halloween lights. Bad Michael Dracula. Mike In The Lights (Larger)
In my mind, I was back in the principal’s office. This tiny older woman had called me out, pulled me into a hallway, stood there with hands on hips and thin, pursed lips and shook her head at me. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t let you onto the stage like that. You’re going to [...]
It takes Maine a freaking while to get the latest issue of Esquire. (I actually didn’t even get to buy this in Maine; I had to wait until I’d missed an Amtrak out of Boston to get my copy.) Anyway, hey everybody! Brendan has an article published in fucking Esquire! You can read the full [...]
Last week, Obama came to Portland to speak on healthcare reform (although according to friends who got in, it was more of a brief, comedic act, which at some point caused him to take off his jacket and give all the ladies present heart palpitations). I thought I’d go hang out in the protest for [...]