In the 1957 novel Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand posed the question “Who is John Galt?”
Today I pose a much more serious question: “Who is Chloé Treend?”
It’s a question – possibly the first question in a series of many that could unwrap an entire conspiracy — that I stumbled across last night while watching “Party Max [...]
Sometimes there is such a thing as too much media spin.
One of the perks of my job (and I use the term “perks” about as loosely as Ke$ha uses the term “singer”) is the random assortment of media releases I get from the most bizarre of places. I don’t know how my name ended up on [...]
You know the worst part about returning to work after a Christmas break, regardless of its length? It’s not having to go back to a regular routine of waking up early, eating properly and wearing pants. It’s something much, much worse.
I might be exposing myself as some kind of horrible misanthrope here; but I really, really hate having to [...]
* But not THAT tale of concussion, stupid girls and vampires – this one predates that one by eight years. Also, it is real. The working title of this story was actually “Shut Up, Stephanie Meyer”.
The Conclusion
About a month after I became a teenage swinger for about fifteen seconds, Bella had braces put on. Being [...]