From her perch, the girl looked me in the eye and wrinkled her nose.
“You’re not alive, not dead, and not a zombie.” She said matter-of-factly.
I felt my skin crawl like it does when I’m this close to other people.
“What are you?”
“I’m your father.”

Always give the other person slightly more than you keep for yourself.

I don't have any particulars, but AIR's fall benefit is coming up on October 13th (noon - midnight). There'll be food, beer, art, music, and fun, I guess. $10 gets you all the goodness.

Radix (detail) Originally uploaded by pitt studio arts

Delanie Jenkins, University of Pittsburgh sculpture teacher and all around sweetheart, has a bunch of stuff up at the Pittsburgh Center For The Arts (she's Artist of the Year, yo).
The shows up until November 4th. Check it out.

I'm dreaming a totally unremarkable dream when this girl looks me dead in the eye and says three words. I awake immediately. Groggy, I repeat the words over and over in my head so I'll remember them. I decided that they're too important to risk forgetting. Half asleep, I wake my computer and punch in the letters with my little finger. My task completed, I blissfully fall back to sleep. Later, I look at what I wrote. It says "sentimental booty call".

The blimp and blush of your limped tongue
Compounding the blunder your lips begun
Tracing the shadows of mouth and chin
To nip and nudge and do me in

I have a fantasy where I come upon a girl reading my favorite book, and when I tell her this, she confesses that it’s her favorite too. I recite the first paragraph from memory, drop to a knee, and propose. She laughs, and quotes a passage from the end of the book about marriage. She notes that she’s much too young to marry me. I recite the first paragraph of Lolita. Even in a fantasy, I have to admit that things would probably get pretty awkward at this point.

My therapist says the reason I don’t like Big Love is that it bothers me that Bill Paxton has all those wives and I don’t’ even have a girlfriend.

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