Novelist, editor, journalist, drunk. Author of The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival
@Niko Bellic Hahahaha. Since I switched to DirecTV and lost NY1, I don't watch the TV news. Any of it. (And you can never count out a last-minute decision by Bloomberg just to stay put.)
Not to sound naive or cynical or whatever, but can we at least pretend that the general elections matter and that winning a primary in New York doesn't automatically mean winning the seat?
Fry them. Duh.
I've killed my fair share of animals with a gun, and I'm still a carnivore. But this: "The sport of hunting hibernating bears." No.
This is some damn fine trolling.
Don't worry, olds. This is something the hipsters can get on board with and rescue!
I'm sometimes mistaken for Simpsons cartoonist and Popeye's comic-book artist Ken Wheaton. I try to sell them my books, but they never bite.
My first impulse when reading the first one is "WHO THE HELL ARE THESE 20-SOMETHINGS WITH THE PROBLEMS AND THE WHINING AND MEW-MEW-MEW"? Then I remember that when I was in my 20s, instead of writing to Polly, I wrote a fan letter to Tori Amos, hoping she'd a) solve my relationship problem and/or b) see my brilliance and show up and take me to dinner. So, yeah. Carry on.