Back, again.

Hence, I do not write about Enron or abortion or Afghan opium. I would rather write my columns about gay raves and incestuous romps over Thanksgiving because no one will find fault with my non-existent arguments. Hell, they might even read them on the way to the crossword.

This quote concluded my column that is also the source of the footer quote below. Now that I'm back, again, I'm committing myself to stop talking about all that serious shit. I therefore deleted all the serious posts. They're fucking gone.

A girl in the lab next to mine recently left to pursue another degree, and she made herself a little "yearbook" that included photos of all of us with an identifying phrase. Mine was "The Opinionated One." I guess I can't disagree. And being the only non-bleeding heart liberal in San Francisco will get you in more arguments that you'd like. However, that little phrase has bugged me for a while, and I finally figured out why. My old newspaper column and the evolution post below hit the nail on the head: people don't want to be confronted with different ideas. Oh well.

So, because I really want people to read this damn thing, I'll try to make it more entertaining and more conducive to a wider audience, like my old Hustler column. People actually read that shit on their way to the crossword puzzle. Or at least they recognized my picture because they bought me drinks at Bailey's and Buffalo Billiards. So let the fun begin.