Since I'm working for myself, I am really nobody's bitch any more. Except for when I am working with The Band. Then Benjamin becomes the task master. I haven't been beaten with the whip yet, but I just waiting for him to tell me that my editing could use some fine tuning. According to him, I'm not allowed to double space my sentences anymore. Whatever! I do what I want. . . .at least here. . .and I'll use my ellipses whenever I damn well feel like it, Aunt Becky and BreakfastMeat.
So Benjamin has decided to join the blogsphere which he realizes is kinda late in the game. After all it's not 2003 anymore. Go check him out. Tell him The Diatribest sent you and that you think he's hot. Or not. I don't know. All I can tell from his photos is that he is a skinny tow-head and I would probably crush him.
Peace and Chicken Grease,
The Soliloquy of the Antihero
A very long time ago, in the cold tundra of Minnesota, I was born. Kicking and screaming, I was brought into a world I didn’t understand, to be the antihero in my own life story.
Thirty years and a few crazy decisions later, not much has really changed. I’m a new transplant to the Chicago area, and took up writing and editing mostly as a side-effect of joining The Band. It turned out I wasn’t as bad as your average chimpanzee, and so I decided that writing was something I was going to start doing on a regular basis.
I love food, children, games and puzzles and have spent my whole life trying to figure out new ways to play with all of them (not at the same time) and that’s kept me amused most of the time.
If it’s crazy, I probably tried it. If you can make a buck at it, I probably did it for a living, and if it was fun, I probably tried it again. I can’t stand ellipses, bad use of semicolons or the phrase “The fact that” in a sentence.
Benjamin Searle, an important part of a nutritious breakfast.