The word Annoyances is apt; these entries are — for the most part — trivial and obscure in nature. I'm fairly righteous, but I have neither the time nor the inclination to storm the trenches and spearhead a revolution. Example: my furiousness about BP's April 2010 tomfoolery notwithstanding, the number of oil-covered marine animals cleaned and nursed back to health by little old me totals to zero. See what I mean?

Film Reviews is where, yes, I review films. Sort of, anyway. "Descriptions of viewing experiences" is probably more accurate, but that phrase lacks pizzaz, wouldn't you agree? An even more accurate phrase in need of pizzaz is "Descriptions of viewing experiences marred by spoilers a go go and unsolicited autobiographical interludes." Ho hum.

Ma Vie: Revelations of a Pretentious Bird is dedicated to my personal life. Step right up, ladies and germs, and read all about your favorite pansexual agnostic. Where necessary and possible, names have been and will be changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty (my search for an effective nom de plume for 'parents' continues unabated).

Can't get enough of me? Then head over to Tumblr and gawk at stuff I deem purdy or visit my Twitter page, where I irregularly post something unmemorable of 140 characters or less. The books authored by my would-be catatonic sex toy love-joy diver Marc Hendriks contain more of my musings about whatnot and what-have-you, so you just might want to consider purchasing some copies.