Marathon Not a Sprint
The line becomes part of the experience, a lesson in patience wrapped in air conditioning and Mickey Ears wallpaper.
All I Want for Christmas is My Damn Sofa
We’ve never seen anyone moving in with a sofa in our short tenure at the apartment building, but are they all just living sofa-less? Do they have some special teleportation key we’re missing?
Festive Erotica with Your Favorite Librarian, for the Final Time
Any heterosexual man who supports his wife writing festive shapeshifter smut is okay in my book.
Christmas to a Halloween Fan
Is something even a part of American culture if there’s not an industry making profit off of it?
Top Ten Twenties Takeaways
Love was as simple as a roadtrip, a burnt home-cooked meal, or a nighttime walk.
Tired of Questions
The valor of asking questions quickly wears away in the face of evil that demands a response from goodness.
Make It Snow
I’ve probably had more sunny Christmases than white ones. And yet, as a kid, it never really felt like Christmas without snow.
Please Remove Shoes Before Entering
We typically draw static models; how the hell are we going to manage to capture anything while our models are busy dancing?
Where Nobody Knows Your Name
I’ve chased the magic of that game, trying to replicate the environment a few times since.
Christmas in Thailand
My mind was debating itself over the theological soundness of holding a raffle for Christmas service.
