Author: Michael Harrison

… It’s Saturn’s Day. We took him to the shelter today. It wasn’t pleasant, but I guess it shouldn’t be. I’m not deluding myself with any false hope for the cat’s survival. I just wish it didn’t have to be like this. When Luna died so abruptly back in July, we just knew that we…

Yesterday, right before I left work, my boss said to me: “This is a rather uncomfortable conversation to have with someone, Michael.” The first thing that went through my head was, Oh, shit. She’s going to get after me for taking a long lunch today. But I was wrong… Last week, Natania and I had…

I haven’t watched MTV in about three years, but I just saw the video for the Modest Mouse song, “Ocean Breathes Salty,” and it’s pretty darn cool. If you’ve got about four minutes, and a broadband connection, check it out. Maybe not as technically neat as the video for “Float On,” but still, this is…

Doing laundry now, and trying to write on this, my night off. I paid all the bills for the month and it feels good to know that I won’t get any late charges. We’re getting an account with the State Employees Credit Union, and that will feel good, because I’ll know that instead of BB&T’s…

It’s been awhile, I know. A very tough week, all in all, but it’s nearly over. Our new cat, Odin, continues to shit on the floor. We continue to try and condition him to love the litterbox, it is your friend, it will not hurt you. Things are getting very frustrating with that entire situation,…

I am unclean. The dirt will not wash out. Earlier, while working on my story, there was a hair sticking out from one of my keys on my keyboard. I looked down and was suddenly and completely disgusted by the filth beneath the keys. So I started to clean my keyboard. I probably would have…

Thanks, Filby, for this lovely meme. Go to Google image search and type in your name or handle or whatever. Fun stuff. This is not me, by the way. Click it, though, and visit my evil twin. He needs a goatee, damn it. Here, for those curious, is a recent photograph of myself. While my…

…there’s something terribly wrong with you. Just got back from Napoleon Dynamite, which we saw at Greensboro’s luxury theatre, the Carousel. Normally, I’d scoff, but I love seeing movies at this place. It’s independently owned, it has stadium-seating, they sell espresso drinks–real espresso drinks–and alcohol. And (best of all), the usher told us (and everyone…

Progress is being made on the novel. That’s really all I have to comment on, at the moment. A black Cadillac in the story, which plays a rather important role, has become, instead, a black Ford Galaxie. Why? Because I saw a Galaxie on the way home from work today, and I liked it. People…