All things considered, the amount of crap pulled from the depths of the shitty green chair wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been. Sure, there were enough Pop Tart wrappers to fill a new…
Browsing Category Supergenius HQ
567 Words on the Death of My Water Heater
I’m about a dozen years into homeownership. I thought it was like ten years, but then I looked it up in the Archives and lo’ this joint became Supergenius HQ in September of 2005. For…
I Hate When She Comes: A Tale from Christmas Eve
As is tradition, I hosted A Very St. Martin Christmas at Supergenius HQ on Christmas Eve. For the first time ever I bought a Christmas tree. It is two feet tall and pink and tacky…
Things that Happened at the Grocery Store (Yes, Plural)
Since I don’t get out of Supergenius HQ much, being an angry hermit and all, going to the grocery store can be quite eventful. And since I took over cooking duties for Sunday Family Dinners…
Space Cadet & The Garage Door of Doom
My brain has been a little mushy lately. The one-two combination of Tibble Summer with an idea for a new book has taxed my neurons to the limit leaving me distracted and prone to insomnia….
Showering & What It’s Like to be So Tall
“What’s it like to be so tall?” Is a question I get asked on a nearly daily basis from strangers I meet out in the world, from people I know, and from curious Internet looky-loos….
Swagger & Suspicious Minds
People don’t go upstairs at Supergenius HQ very often. There’s not much up there, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, the laundry room, and a beautiful loft filled with nonfiction books, my desk, and more dust &…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: Am I Too Blue For You Edition
Yesterday morning I finished V3 of The Beast & immediately sent it off to Christa. I would have sent it to The Black Sheep too, but we’re meeting on Wednesday and already have some 250…
Chicken Shit Bastard & the Serial-Killer Rapist (probably) Upstairs
Aside from a handful of months, I’ve lived by myself for the past fifteen years. I love living by myself. As an especially introverty introvert I need to have my own space to revert to…
Like the Schneider of My House
My hands are busted up at the moment. There’s a long bruise on the side of my left thumb. There’s a gash on the side of my right hand, under the pinky. The knuckles of…