Man Cold.

I have one, and it’s the WORST THING EVER.

http://newyork.grubstreet.com/2011/03/americas_next_great_restaurant.html

I’m putting this here so I will remember to read the next installments. (The second one is already available.) Absolutely hilarious.

http://hijinksensue.com/2011/03/15/from-the-ashes-a-sheenix-rises/

I hate the whole Charlie Sheen thing, because for fuck’s sake people, we have real things to think about. But this is pretty damn funny.

It really ties the room together…

This is sickening. If your God answers prayers by killing thousands of people and destroying tens of thousands of other people’s livelihoods… Fuck your God. And fuck you for praying for more of the same.

[I have removed the link to the video and its creator. Because she is a fuckwit. It’s still embedded, and you can probably click through for that info, but holy shit.]

…is that when you’re done with it, your real life is lying in wait ready to jump all over you. Some of it is affectionate, a puppy leaping up to give you wet, sloppy, wriggly kisses; some of it is cold and acidic, and seeps into your pores like a million painful needles. Welcome back to reality.

Where I was this weekend. That house up on the bluff behind the trees.

Portsmouth, New Hampshire, is a lovely place, filled with lovely people, for whom the phrase “money is no object” is as unnecessary as the phrase “I’m breathing air today.”

http://therumpus.net/2011/03/the-careless-language-of-sexual-violence/

I’m on my phone, on a plane, so I can’t comment on this extensively, but it’s important to read.

I am traveling today. Off to New Hampshire for a long weekend. I am not taking my laptop.

But, as Jesus said, the Grid is always with us. I will have my Droid. My friend has multiple computers. So… I may not be able to read all the Internets I usually read, and I might not be saying a whole lot for the next few days, but it’s not like I’ll be someplace totally uncivilized, like Los Angeles.