I spotted a chipmunk in my yard last week. A lone adorable chipmunk. I named him Hans. I don’t care what his parents call him. Today I peeked out the bathroom window to scowl at the bird fights and noticed Hans in a pot of pansies, head down in the dirt, munching on something. Naturally, because I act like I am on safari all the damn time, I had to film him to prove he’s…
me: i have something i want to share with you are you ready? it’s a list of the first names of the [school name redacted because I am scared of Christian-school retribution] varsity cheer squad are you fucking ready? this says everything a person needs to know about upper-class southernness Mike: ? me: ready? OK Mike: READY me: justice lauren taylor jordan shelby shelby laney madi lydia mckenna Mike: lol me: dani kelly kelsey andi…
Her birthday was actually Friday, but I’m wishing her a bloggy happy birthday as hard as I possibly can.
The elbow thing I referred to earlier? I thought I’d get some photos of how weird it looks in case anyone else had had this happen and wants to pass along any knowledge for me to chew on between now and the day I can actually get in to see an orthopedic doctor (my mom’s suggestion; she doesn’t think, based on my symptoms, that it sounds quite like carpal tunnel, even though that runs in…
A week ago, I hung this nifty squirrel-smart bird feeder from an existing hook on the eave of my shed out back. It hangs from just a basic coated wire loop connected to each side of the lid, which lifts for refills. The feeder is fairly heavy on its own; the perches are all thick metal, as is the base and lid. Add seed to the inside and it’s got some decent heft to it.…
This song has been in my brain since we heard it at The Cove Friday night. (I’m partial to the alternate video but it cuts the song off at the end.) I went to bed early last night (1:30 is early for me), but ended up sleeping late anyway, and am now battling brain fog as I’m trying to get some freelance photo work done. Plus I need a haircut and an oil change and…
On my way to work today, I listened to a few minutes of Focal Point, one of the several highly entertaining but generally batshit insane programs that air on AFR every day, and I happened to catch host Bryan Fischer indulging some angry callers in their anti-gay rants regarding the Mississippi high-school student whose prom was canceled because she wanted to attend with her female partner and her school said NUH UH and took their…
• Spaced is a whopping eleven years old but is still so wonderful because it stars Simon Pegg (if he and I bred, our children would have, basically, the piggiest noses ever) and Jessica Hynes (née Stevenson), both of whom I just want to HUG UNTIL WE PASS OUT. The show’s about two Brits who are having trouble finding a flat to rent, so they pose as a couple to get a sweet deal and,…
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