Steven M Scotten

OK, it’s not like I don’t know how to program my VCR or whatever, but I have to learn to start recording Star Trek and watching it at a civilized time. It used to be on at 11:00, and then they moved it to midnight, which means

I’m insanely gratified by the fact that I got home tonight and found that Laury Ostrow wrote email to me to compliment me on an article I wrote on his now thrice-defunct venture, Chi-Pants. Hey, check out my crotch! [https://www.pigdog.org/auto/special_ideas/link/2213.html]

I was afraid I’d wasted my money on my ticket to Daredevil on the IMAX screen, knowing it would probably be pretty bad, but damned if seeing the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen trailer wasn’t totally worth it. Daredevil wasn’t particularly good, but it wasn’t as bad

Last night I was chatting with some girl from Tehran and she asked me if I have many friends. I had to think about it, and sadly the answer is no. There are many many people who are good friends to me, and very few to whom I am a

That coffeegrinder that was inside the microwave you gave me came in real handy today as I discovered that the coffee I bought at the store last night was beans, not ground. Now I have yummy coffee, with flavor freshly unlocked from the bean. Heh. Yum. TCS

After three days without antidepressants, I finally got some money and went and blew it all on some wellbutrin. It’s been a tough three days. Friday I was just about crawling out of my skin, visualizing different ways I would die or kill someone else. Very unpleasant. Yesterday and