Smug
I can't relax. Seriously, I can't. This is what happens when I try.
Scribblins
"When
most people meet my optometrist their immediate reaction is, "you
let him touch your eyes?" Damn right I do."
...and Forever!
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Archive
Get at me, dog. You can find all previous tremble scribblins catalogued
here alongside links to published writing in more legitimate sources.
If we can read together, why can't we rock together?
oh yes, and:
caught a little bit of the Webbies webcast and appreciated
their insane attempt to approximate a Hollywood event. So far this is
my favorite glamorous exchange:
Interviewer: "Wow.
You had your first email account back in 1991, didn't you?"
Interviewed Netscape
Glamorpuss: "Actually, it was '90."
