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Biography
I was born in Mobile, Alabama in 1969 and I've lived my entire life (so far) on the Central Gulf Coast. I received my Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of South Alabama in 1992. Since 1993, I've worked as a graphic designer. I'm married, with two dogs, six cats and three mortgages. I primarily write about skepticism, free-thought, politics, atheism, separation of church and state, humor, science and my own personal experiences and issues.
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Tag Archives: blogging
A Very Good Blog About A Fairly Common Problem
Mark Twain said, “Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very’; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.” Now Ali Hale of Copyblogger has brought us Are Vampire Words Sucking the … Continue reading
If I Said You Had An Interesting Blog, Would You Hold My Y-Chromosome Against Me?
I recently discovered, beneath the calm, Utopian surface of the blog-o-sphere; beneath the even-handed and pleasant blogs about sex, religion and politics, a seething underworld. I found shocking revelations of governmental and corporate conspiracy; economic terrorism; mental, physical and emotional … Continue reading
one word. so little time.
one word. so little time.. That’s the concept behind this simple yet interesting new website. I’ve just started to get used to microblogging in 140 characters, so the pressure of trying to blog with a time limit is a little … Continue reading
Inaugural Post
What’s in My Journal? Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean things, fishooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable. Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous discards. Space for knicknacks, and for Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or … Continue reading
That Is One Huge Mitherflippin’ Dart
I was be-bopping along, fat dumb and happy, when I felt something sharp embed itself deep in my gluteus. I started feeling a little woozy and green around the edges, and I remember saying to myself, “Self, that is one … Continue reading
