Greg can also be read at The Bastard of Art and Commerce Wife got fake tree, took portrait of boy under said fake tree. Cute. Small chink found in my hatred of Santa Claus, the Christian Church, the Jewish faith, Snow, the month of December, virgin births, Stockings hung with care, family functions, shopping, humanity,

As are most people I know, I was extremely disappointed and disturbed by the passing of Prop 8. But who is really to blame?

For the first time in a long time I am voting for someone for President. Not that I don’t vote,  I haven’t missed a presidential election since 1988 when I cast my vote and volunteered for the Dukakis campaign. I did lose a lot of respect for him when he answered the Bernard Shaw rape […]

Live and Proud from the Bastard of Art and Commerce. Need something answered? Email Greg here! Work chum Tim has been puzzling over some knotty issues as of late, and has asked to me to weigh in on this blog. Here’s the result. I’m not saying my answers are good, but I am saying I […]

So, the only personality on the straight talk express right now is Pam Anderson!  "I can’t stand (Sarah Palin). She can suck it. And you can quote me.” And suck it Sarah did, courtesy of Charlie Gibson’s softball questioning.  On the drive home, I was listening. the Fox News L.A. Radio show, the independent (but […]

Friday afternoon is prime goof-off time at any work place. You check your Facebook and MySpace. You make final arrangements for your weekend pet projects. You can make a Youtube video bashing your co-workers and then broadcast it on Cspan. Whaaaa? Thaddeus McCotter (R-Mich), did just that. Because the party who promises "unity" actually used […]

Unless you are a piano playing motherfucker, why have a goddamn composer bust in your house? Really? As I was walking to work this morning, I passed this crappy office furniture store and in one of their displays they had the giant bronze bust of Beethoven. What the fuck? What. The. Fuck. Busts like that […]

Greg Mills can also be read at the Bastard of Art And Commerce I'm being all deep and shit, here's more crap. I think we are wired for meaning. Or rather, we are wired for purpose, but grasp for explanation and causal relationships. Lions and penguins don't worry about this stuff, or if they do, […]

Greg can also be read at The Bastard of Art and Commerce Doot-de-doot-de-doo Question for people living in lands foreign: What is the local equivalent of doot-de-doot-de-doo? Like a melodic signifier of unassuming contentment? I might say at the beginning of anecdote: "I was just strolling along, you know, all" (at which point I break […]

I’ve been invited to a party. I hate parties. The forced happiness, that requirement to have a good time, “Hey! We’re out!  We’re having fun!” I’m working on this abnormality, and by “working on”  I mean that I’m learning to accept that I hate parties. That there is a very good possibility that I am […]