Good Lord, you crazy woman. You point your pistol at me and demand, "Dance for me, monkey! Dance!" Go cool your heels on Needcoffee.com. We did something like 14 posts in 36 hours over there. That should tide you over. Maybe.
I am a writer, poet, spoken word performer, actor, singer, improviser, content creation and idea machine, freelance iconoclast, and the internet's janitor that dispenses pop culture wisdom
to the protagonist of your choice. I have seen too many movies, read too many comic books, and when the zombies finally come, I'm the one you want to call. I sure as hell won't answer the phone,
but it's the thought that counts. I advise people on the net, websites and technology, because I know these things instead of having a life or sleeping.
If you like something I've done, donate to the Widge Wants to Kill His Day Job Fund. Or if you'd like to hire me for a job, my rates are terribly reasonable. We thank you.
This was written FOUR DAYS AGO, man!! Four days!! I need something FRESH!
Good Lord, you crazy woman. You point your pistol at me and demand, "Dance for me, monkey! Dance!" Go cool your heels on Needcoffee.com. We did something like 14 posts in 36 hours over there. That should tide you over. Maybe.