I don't generally hang out with crazy people.
For all the creationists out there, Darwin's just an atheist. But he was actually agnostic.
I started my blog in 2002. That was pre-MySpace, pre-Facebook. That was back before newspapers realized they were going out of business. That was back when no one gave any credence to Internet writers.
Willem de Kooning is generally credited for coming out of the painterly gates strong in the forties, revolutionizing art and abstraction and reaching incredible heights by the early fifties, and then tailing off.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
Facebook creeps me out.
Fame has become this obsession for people, which kind of creeps me out.
I always hung out with older people. I would be the youngest out of the crew.
My folks kicked me out of the crib, so I was homeless, living out the whip.
The artist in me cries out for design.
If you take out the killings, Washington actually has a very very low crime rate.
I wouldn't expect anybody to look for superawesome crisp technique out of me.
It's a lot of crooked cops out there. They manipulate the system.
There's a difference between criminals and crooks. Crooks steal. Criminals blow some guy's brains out. I'm a crook.
The notion of a non-religious Christmas is ridiculous. But so is the insistence on the part of Christians that politicians and retailers carry out their pro-Christmas crusade.
The prevailing system of management has crushed fun out of the workplace.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
The cuckoo who is on to himself is halfway out of the clock.
I've made several careers out of people underestimating me - it's almost an advantage worth cultivating.
I really like rustic mediterranean cooking. And I like trying out curry takeaways.
