Overthinking so you don't have to.
“Death” has to be the least original answer to “What’s your biggest fear?” that I have ever heard.
My biggest fears are rape and miscarriages.
Let’s get morbid.
If you’re a doode going out in public in a body tight leo, please wear a cup. I’d rather it be large and ambiguous than small and descriptive.
I’ll be working at Bill’s Emerald City Comicon booth. Particularly when Bill will be drooling over Gillian Anderson at her Saturday panel. If I return single, you’ll all know why.
Insomnia is one of my body’s go-to ways for signaling excess amounts of stress. A problem wakes me some time after two a.m. and it simply won’t quiet until four or five.
There’s a joke about the startup industry that goes: “You know you’re a real company when you hire your first woman.”
I know it’d be more politically correct to say actors and actresses should be picked based on their talents, but it’s as complicated an issue as affirmative action.