About This Blog

Part journal, part scrapbook and part storage unit for swear words, this web log began in a tiny Brooklyn Heights apartment in the fall of 2005 with a poorly-written rant about a college literature course. In the years since, this cyber space has been used to stash more than a thousand posts spanning a wide range of topics including face cancer, French fry addiction and why it’s absolutely appropriate to get stinking drunk in any situation involving air travel. Nearly every entry can be found in the Archive or by putting to good use the Search function.

About Corey

Corey graduated from NYU with a degree in English quite some time ago. While the smoke clears on his future plans he moonlights as a gainfully employed ex-manny. He enjoys romantic comedies, clothing with thumb holes and showering immediately after a haircut. He respectfully dislikes the use of serial commas, people who clip their fingernails on public transit and, much of the time, himself. A native of Michigan, Corey currently resides in San Francisco with his gay male partner, their two pups and George Clooney, his 11-inch MacBook Air.