Y’all. I read Aunt B‘s book. I loved it. Like, really, really loved it. I couldn’t read it in one sitting, however. Because it kept creeping me the fuck out. I figure that is the hallmark of a successful book of ghost stories. I can’t remember the last time I read something that was both very beautifully (and funnily, at times) written that was also quite unsettling and made me see things in shadows and…
This is one of the sweetest things I have ever seen: Congratulations to Mary and Kepa! May you have many, many happy years together.
I don’t wanna brag or nothin’ but look what Mz. Melissa Sweazy sent to me for this bit of internet interactivity (seriously, it’s hard for me to understand how that thing is a shoe; I have seriously imprinted it in my memory as a cast). I am super excited to frame this print and pick out the perfect spot for it. That is, of course, assuming I don’t gobble it up entirely. Thanks, Melissa! And…
Topical and hyper-local. You’re welcome, internet. I really can’t take credit for the idea. Blame this guy. Previous years: 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005, 2004. [Project 365]
The ever-enterprising Erica set up a little ladies-who-lunch event up at Sekisui with her and me and Amie and Emily. Meeting Amie (finally, after years of online acquaintance) and seeing Erica and Emily again was awesome. And you guys? I ate eel and liked it. And raw tuna! And scarfed down more mackerel in one sitting than I’ve had in my entire life. (Click the photo for potentially accurate information about what is pictured. Feel…
It’s time for a blogger/internerd enthusiast get-together. Right now the plan is vittles at Hephzibah, drinks somewhere(?), and bowling at Imperial Lanes, our fair city’s 24-hour bowling emporium (which is so gol-danged photogenic, I just about can’t stand it). All this is slated to go down the second weekend of May, which I assume to mean a Saturday night, but it could last for days and days and days because that’s how we roll in…
Met up with @fancycwabs for lunch today at Lobster King, continuing my quest to de-weirdify Asian food to my palate. Had the cashew chicken and the hot and sour soup. It was great. I ate tofu, y’all. TOFU. Well, a little. Like, maybe a tablespoon or so. Still not sold. This is the fortune I got. I want very badly to believe that there is some big cosmic meaning behind the usage of “prophesy” instead…
Last night as I was leaving work I saw two rockabilly dudes with tight jeans and plaid shirts and slick black hair peering into the windows of Sun Studio, taking pictures through the glass because the place was closed. It made me smile. I get a kick out of living in a place that’s a mecca for a lot of people searching for some cultural roots. My co-worker David wrote this this morning and it’s…
Wow, time got away from me last week and I find myself at home, back in cat hair-covered pajamas, just as god herself intended it. My trip across the state and back was amazing, as I fully expected it to be. And exhausting, like any good roadtrip vacation. Aside from the insomnia Tuesday night that knocked me out of doing the Jack Daniel’s tour Wednesday morning, everything else was smooth sailing. Let’s see if I…
Thanks to Chris Wage, I’ve not been able to get this song out of my head for the past couple of days. So what better way to exorcise it than to post it here?
You must be logged in to post a comment.