She looked like chocolate tastes and stared like Whiskey feels. I could have stood there for hours. No conception of time, locked on her eyes, sparkling blue like jagged cut sapphires under a light. She asked, with her East European accent, “would you like to have a drink?”

A discussion of California’s failed Proposition 19 and what it means for groovy people like you.

A few nights ago I had a chance to party with an old friend. But our choices are making that an unsteady enterprise.

It is midterm election season, and I’m voting Palin.

When did America evolve into a dead pool of mediocrity? Adding insult to injury, when did we decide that we should reward and compensate the talentlessness so handsomely?

Is there a place for you in your life? Think about that, if you’ve got a handful of minutes. Now take my flashlight.

In the event of a need for warmth, use a barbecue implement.

If your boy-toy is up with the current times (or has a pulse) he should have a twitter account. Follow it immediately.