Think I accidentally used my real name in that last post.
Ya got me.
In other news, I went to that thing last night with the bar, and the microphone, and the score cards.
Pretty solid I gotta say.
Nothing stood out as horrible, plasma penetrating the vagina, or cotton ball to the teeth.
Perhaps its time to embrace said storytelling community.
Don't even start, just do, and see if any limbs fall off.
Stop playing the virtual oral stimulation game with the idea of Ira Glass.
That's counter productive on so many levels.
Skin/Toast/Adventures in the Narrative