Category: Personal

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Not in MY name!

Not in MY name!

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Quien es Dame Edna?

Dame Edna… My goodness. If I get one more email sent to me about boycotting Vanity Fair because Dame Edna made racist comments about Latinos, I think I might lose my mind! I mean, really! First of all, it’s a dipshit magazine with great photos and the occasional good article, packaged for people that think

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

The signs were everywhere

My Daily Horoscope for February 05, 2003 (courtesy of AstroCenter.com & Yahoo!): “Dear Guy, As a Leo you are probably quite comfortable in a group of people, Guy. Your gregarious nature tends to attract a lot of friends. But today you might feel a greater need for some time to yourself. Don’t hesitate to tell

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

5 Past 13

The first six months in Virginia weren’t so bad but, when August came around and I missed my first Nationals since 1998, things began to shift. I came up to visit in the beginning of September, hosted the show that Monday and realized how much I missed it all. I’d not only walked away from

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

The Virginia Curveball

Sometimes life can throw you some curveballs. You expect it. It’s the fastballs that get you, though. The high heat an inch from the tip of your nose that makes your life flash before your eyes. Those are the ones that knock you on your ass. Two weeks after we got to Virginia, my wife

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

And so it begins…

Ahem…1-2, 1-2. Mic check. So, this is Blogger? Cool. A year ago today, I loaded a U-Haul truck full to the back door and we headed south on I-95, Virginia or bust. It’s been about six weeks since we’ve been back in NY so I guess you’d have to say bust! Seriously, though, the truth

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