Brought to you today by the always awesome 55-Words: She coughed nervously. He fumbled with his napkin. “So, you work in radio?” she said. “Um, how is that?” “Uh, it’s good,” he said. “Frantic, though. You want constant, top-notch content, but most importantly you want to avoid dead air.” “Huh,” she said. “Dead air.” “Yeah.” ...

In a talkative mood, I sit at my computer, with the A/C turned high so I don’t waste electricity ($500 electric bills will do that to a person). It’s Friday night, and I’ve got a ton of work to do, but I want to get some social interaction done this evening. Self-control loses tonight, I’m afraid. /rizzn

I recieved a bulletin on MySpace entitled “Support the Gays.” It was a fairly humorous top ten list that was meant to provide some sort of support to the “gay cause.” Those of you who know me know I hold some interesting views on the gay debate – views that will be re-iterated here. As a note to you non-MySpacers, don’t think that this sort of intelligent discourse happens all the time on MySpace. This is...

Stolen Shamelessly from Bird and Moon: He came home to find her curled on the rug, crying again. “Happy birthday!” he said. “Fed your birds today?” “No.” “Come,” he said, “I got you a present.” Gently he led her outside and poured seed into her hand. Soon, her favourite sparrow landed. It wore a miniscule party hat. Her face lit up. I love it. The...

His stressful week over and done with, our hero pauses to evaluate his weekend options. He’s interested in unwinding and blowing off some steam, and doing so in the company of friends. With all the irony inherent in this dry county’s favorite pasttime apparent, he exclaims: “I shall go a’ drinkin’!” Hilarity and hijinks ensue.