Currently |
Before their eyes in sudden view appear
The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark
Illimitable ocean without bound,
Without dimension, where length, breadth, and heighth,
And time and place are lost, whe...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 05:36:00 PST |
A Dialogue... |
A Dialogue&
Me: "When was that line drawn?"
Other Me: "I dunno, I wasn't paying attention."
Me: "Was it there when we started?"
Other Me: "And I quote, 'No, definitely not.'"
Me: "But, why do t...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 01:45:00 PST |
And Every Holy Thing... |
I was doing mouse dissections on Thursday, trying to track embryonic lethality in one of our mutant lines. As I was opening one of the females we sacrificed, I asked the post-doc in my lab what to loo...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 09:09:00 PST |
The End Of An Era. |
My children, today I bring you tragic, heart-wrenching news.
The Silver Cruncher, a.k.a. The Screw, a.k.a. The Montmartre Machine, a.k.a. Beatrice Kiddo, is dead. Betty Dew, as her friends called her...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 08:47:00 PST |
The Shores of California. |
1. I am listening to...Whatever is dripping with the dirty emotions (i.e. pain and sex). Blackholes and Revelations by Muse. Billie Holliday. Bill Withers. Dinah Washington. Bach. Murder City De...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 06:55:00 PST |
Sweet Smell the Pines. |
Joyous for some, unfortunate for most; the fact remains that I am not dead yet. These past few weeks have been a whole lot all at once, and I am going to be unpacking wha...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 06:05:00 PST |
Shorn. |
Sometimes I write fake blog entries; entries that I would never, will never, under any circumstances, post. I write them because, you know, sometimes it helps me to write for an audience: it keep...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 06:45:00 PST |
Room to Breathe. |
When I was younger I 'worked' at the Renaissance Fair, and by 'worked' I mean ran around in circles screaming at the top of my lungs in a costume. Those costumes were pretty intense: long sh...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Tue, 23 May 2006 01:54:00 PST |
HOLY MOTHERFUCKER! |
I'm done...
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Mon, 08 May 2006 04:03:00 PST |
The Day She Died The Neighbors Came To Snicker. |
YOU CAN ONLY TYPE ONE WORD, NO EXPLANATIONS.1. Yourself: Burgeoning2. Your Lover/s: Sufficient3. Your Hair: Conspicuous4. Your Mother: Impetuous5. Your Father: Catholic6. Your Favorite Item: Specify7....
Posted by Badass Motherfucker on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 02:41:00 PST |
