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…the laptop blew up again. Gateway says they tried to fix the power supply rather than replacing it, and now they want to do the whole box mailing thing again and they’ll replace it. I don’t want to do the whole thing again, I want them to pay for it to be fixed here. Their… Continue reading Aaaand…

I’m off in a little cabin by the dumpster watching the Bald Eagles hunt trash. Tell you ’bout it when I get back. In the meantime… My mom and her husband are talking about spending some time in an RV or van when they retire. The other day my mom asked me how to scope… Continue reading Flashback: Scoping It Out

Till I get online again we’re gonna have some flashback posts. This is from way back when. A few months ago I was in Washington changing a wheel bearing and this guy told me that my idler arms were falling off and I was going to die driving down the freeway. It’s cool that if… Continue reading Flashback: Idler Arms

In the morning it’s cold. Really cold. Maybe the coldest I’ve ever climbed out of bed to. I jump out of the van, throw on my coats and hat, start the van and run straight up the mountain trail with Bro. I’m still a little warm from the down, and fifty feet up the trail… Continue reading Breaking Eggs x2

Tara’s laptop blew up on her today, and so she is temporarily offline. Hoping that it is just a power source issue, and not a fried motherboard. If you need to get ahold of her you can email and she’ll check it when she gets access, or you can comment here and I’ll pass the… Continue reading Hello all faithful readers

(I realize this doesn’t interest everyone… but I bet more than a few of you are writers and sex workers.) Jenni Russell is guest editing the summer issue of MiPOesias (issue will be available on the web). We are seeking poems and stories with a sex work theme or twist. Poems and stories do not… Continue reading Call for Poems and Stories: The Oldest Profession

So I have a great story to tell, but no battery power to type it with. I’m hoping to remedy this tomorrow.

It’s midnight and I’m shimmying in front of a coked up sniper named Jim. Moments like these it’s good to stop and ask yourself, “self, is this really what you want to be doing?” I learned to talk to myself that way in college statistics and I’ve never stopped. “You’ll see,” Jim says. “You’ll fucking… Continue reading Strippers, Snipers, and Bombs

This really makes me want to learn polework. Too bad I can’t fit a pole in the van…