Other times I feel like a hostage negotiator, or perhaps a suicide counselor. Imagine this scene: the top of a skyscraper, late at night, a lone figure standing at the edge of the ledge, silhouetted…
Continue readingYou may not know it, but Becca is a walking confessional: it seems that no matter where she is, people feel compelled to tell her their secrets and unburden themselves. She engenders a kind of automatic trust that way. I … Continue reading
Recently, I went to see Skyfall, the latest James Bond film, and after I had left the movie, I had an epiphany: Becca is a secret agent. So I rushed home and wrote a script for her upcoming movie: … Continue reading
I am one of the select: I get to interact with Becca on a regular basis. This is why I’m so careful not to reveal my physical address, because I know that if I were to do that, there would … Continue reading
The other night I was surfing the wild waves of the internet looking for . . . stuff, when I found what I believe to be a secret message: a cry for help, in fact. Okay, so Marisa Miller has … Continue reading
I am an executive member of Costco. That’s right baby, executive, as in equipped to make weighty decisions, to execute plans, to enforce. I have the black card, not that wimpy white one. The door nazis smile and nod at my … Continue reading
Recently, I replaced my hot water heater. It was a long time coming, because I couldn’t decide which brand to buy. It took over a year, to be somewhat more precise. I couldn’t decide on a brand because I made … Continue reading