I was cleaning up my desk and I found something I had forgotten to write about, since I was kind of pissed about it at the time: When the Braves rejected me, they mailed me a letter with the usual blah blah blah thanks for interviewing but we’ve gone another direction. Except the letter, while ...

When I turned on my car to go to the doctor this morning, it was about fifty times louder than normal. So after I went to the doctor, I took the car into the shop to see why it was being so pissy. Answer: Busted exhaust pipe, a couple of gaskets that need to be ...

You need to go see the Cho Revolution tour. I saw the first show of the tour when Margaret was here in Chicago a couple months ago, and the show has only gotten much funnier and better-timed since last I saw it. The last show was pretty damn funny, but short of Margaret’s expected piss-your-pants-you’re-laughing-so-hard ...

I’ve realized a problem: The only thing I seem to be talking to people about lately is my ass. Granted, the nature of my condition produces many funny stories, so it’s not all bad. Like when I had to go in for a checkup and the nurse came in and said “Ooh, can I see?”, ...

Watching a whole hell of a lot of TV over the last week (even by my standards), I came to a realization: We need legislation specifically prohibiting the use of Smash Mouth’s song “All Star” in any movie, TV show, or television commercial ever again. There’s a reason it’s never played on the radio anymore: ...

Okay, I can sit and type for a few minutes now, so here’s what’s happening with the Ass Cyst Follies: Surgery went well, although one little snag was that apparently the particular hospital I went to requires that you be intubated (have a tube shoved down your throat so you can breathe) if you get ...

OW. More to come.

From one of Kim’s students (2nd paragraph).

This weblog will be on hold for the next few days because of health issues. Specifically, I have to have a pain in the ass surgically removed tomorrow: a cyst at the base of my tailbone. The surgery itself is supposed to be fairly routine, and this problem is apparently much more common than people ...

You know, when I heard a guy from my high school had joined the Marines shortly after September 11th, I was stunned, and I didn’t believe it, especially because of the guy. One of the goofiest, silliest guys in school, I don’t think he ever fought with anyone in his life, joined the fucking Marines. ...