The thing is, I do have lots and lots to talk about, just no time or energy to do it. I don’t even have the time or energy to read other people’s blogs, assuming there are still such things. Are blogs dead? Did Facebook and Twitter kill the blogio star? Are we all just lame ducks waiting for the destructive palinization of civilization?

And does anyone remember MySpace? Oh, the hairstyles of three years ago make us so embarrassed, don’t they?

Everything we eat is bad for us, unless we nurtured it in the dirt ourselves.

Medical marijuana has come to Colorado and the Dispensary Wars threaten to tear the city apart. If only Hick can become governor and unite the state and find a decent defensive coordinator for the supremely defensive McDaniels. Jason Sheehan is leaving for Seattle and the last reason to read Westword goes with him.

We all wear masks, but why is it so hard for me to find one that fits?

I have a feeling iPhones are doomed sooner rather than later.

The cloud contains all our information and all our media, but what happens if we lose access to it?

Olympics. Olympix. Olympia. The gods look down from the control booth and try to get someone to care. But the only thing we worship is a gallon of milk or a gallon of gas under $2.

2010. The Year We Make Com-post.

Latre.