If you or your staff sees fit, this can be posted as the ramblings of a fucked-up son-of-a-bitch……if you correct the spelling errors, of course (it is time for Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and her boyfriend’s new show, Angel……no way I’m gonna check for stupid-assed grammar and shit while that piece of work is on the air).

Inconvenience Store :: BOGUS BULLSHIT REVIEW :: Tuesday, March 7th, 2000

Dark’s Corner :: The Next Wave :: Saturday, March 4th, 2000

Dark’s Corner :: Hero :: Saturday, March 4th, 2000

Dark’s Corner :: Starvin’ Vol. 2, No.3- ‘H#’ :: Friday, March 3rd, 2000

Archikulture Digest :: Number 3: March, 2000 :: Sunday, February 27th, 2000

Inconvenience Store :: FOOD PACKAGING REVIEW: Ramen Noodles :: Sunday, February 27th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: No use crying over spilled milk. :: Saturday, February 26th, 2000

Inconvenience Store :: RIDICULOUSLY OVERRATED SURFSPOT REVIEW: Sebastian Inlet :: Tuesday, February 22nd, 2000

Inconvenience Store :: COOL PLACES YOU’VE PROBABLY NEVER BEEN TO REVIEW :: Tuesday, February 22nd, 2000

“Lilly’s Citrus Tower Gift Shop has changed dramatically since my last visit five years ago or so; for the better is a matter of one’s taste. I like tacky tourist sleaze, so I was disappointed. The shop is now dominated by Country Collectibles for your home and garden, lots of beanie bears and vanilla candles and wind chimes. Very Shania Twain country, if you will…”

Dark’s Corner :: Durango Shoots The Mayor (But Not The Spokesperson) :: Tuesday, February 22nd, 2000

Inconvenience Store :: NUCLEAR PSYCHOSIS REVIEW: Steal This Sub :: Tuesday, February 15th, 2000

Flash Fictions :: Food Chain. :: Tuesday, February 8th, 2000

Archikulture Digest :: Number 2: February, 2000 :: Tuesday, February 8th, 2000

Inconvenience Store :: Idiocy Review: Doorbell Burglar :: Tuesday, February 8th, 2000

Minority Report :: America’s Sweetheart :: Tuesday, February 8th, 2000

Every time I turn on the local college radio station and tune in to the hip-hop hour, between every song I get this itching in the back of my eyes….like “I should know better, just turn off the radio and don’t go along with the rest of the damn suburbanite kids ripping off perfectly good music that they should have nothing to do with….” And then the next beat comes in, some really cool samples and the poetry that old people refer either as “that noise” or, on occasion, as “rap.” And I’m lost in the noise…….

The Wednesday Again Vaults have been cleared out. Our very own enigmatic artiste, Special Ed has given us the last of his vault sessions, does that mean he wants out of his contract?

Spending so much time in such a relaxed, non-confrontational atmosphere has somewhat dulled my killer instincts. And now, of all places to relocate to, I pick New York City. That’s right, the Mecca of all Western Civilization, as an old friend once referred to it (that old friend now sells drugs in Washington Square Park, among other horribly communist and leftist occupations). There is speed in the water in NYC. This is not a lie.