I was going to write a substantive post about Iran tonight, but I decided to read an old Vonnegut book instead. Here, because I feel as though I owe you something — even though I know that I don’t — is a photo that I recently posted to Instagram. It’s something that Arlo said to […]
There are a few dozen things I probably should be writing about tonight, but I don’t feel much up to it. I was at a friend’s house earlier this evening, when he unexpectedly invited me to check out his hidden scotch vault, and all of the pent up anger, which I was going to use […]
[If you’ve got a few extra minutes, check out our Totally Quotable Arlo archive.]
So, yeah, today’s the day Arlo found out that his grandparents were responsible for cutting off the “safety part” of his father’s penis, something I’m sure they’ll hear about come Sunday, during our weekly call… If you’re reading this, mom and dad, you’ve got five days to come up with a good explanation. For what […]
