This year for Halloween I wanted to do something really scary. Like truly frightening and maybe a little spooky ooky.
Yes dear hannihaus readers, instead of my usual organic raisins, I’ll be giving neighborhood kids this:
(click for a trick!)

I love boys who wear makeup.
Seriously, all it takes is a thick slash of eyeliner and I’m like ooh la la.
The only thing that’s better than boys who wear makeup is boys who wear makeup while singing punk rock songs of the macabre …
Oh and organic raisins kick ass too.
But anywayz …
Today is a very [...]

So I got this new job. I’m tech writing for Another Very Hip Software Company. My editor there is awesome—today was my first day, and she already taught this noob some good stuff.
While conversing, Madam Editor used a word with which I am familiar, but not fluent. In fact, I have never uttered said word [...]

It’s not just a killer ditty by Ozzy Osbourne; it’s what I’ve done.
For my Mama, I came home.
Yes dear hannihaus readers, just days after arriving in Houston, this dirty hippy hit the bricks, headed (further) west and then north to Alaska.
I guess the fact that I recently pissed myself at a truck stop wasn’t a [...]

On making friends and influencing embarrassing people

One thing I always try to do when moving to a new town is act real cool. Now that I’m in Texas, project Act Real Cool is in full effect.
So the other day, when I went to a local grocery called H.E.B. I tried to keep it discreet while [...]

That’s all they’ve got in Texas.
Although some of you obviously forgot to wish me luck on my move (bastards), Angelface and I still made it to Houston.
It wasn’t ex-laxian; the move *was not* smooth … but we did make it to Ho-Town.
On the move
Because some of you (a-holes) forgot to wish us luck:

Angel’s flight home, [...]