‘No hissy fits, mind my manners’
The new T&S is basically all I’ve been listening to lately. It grew on me. Fast.
The new T&S is basically all I’ve been listening to lately. It grew on me. Fast.
It’s been three months now that I’ve been in the house. My house. I still trip a little when I say that. It’s weird, almost as weird as saying, “I’ve been flying my plane now for three months” or “I’ve been piloting this yacht for 90 days.” I mean, who would trust me with a plane or a boat? But here I am in this house, this lovely little house with the dark wood (?)…
Lordy lou, I can’t wait to see these boys again. Bonnarooooo!
No, this isn’t a picture of Ralph Steadman’s pen ejaculating all over a Jackson Pollock painting. This is what it looks like when I work. I’ve been seeing internerd scuttlebutt (that was for you, Chris) around the web about Anatoliy Zenkov‘s awesome and awesomely weird little application that records the movement of your mouse for as long as you let it, and had to give in and do one of my own. Dots indicate a…
I had an entire week off work. It’s over now. I had an enormous list of things I wanted to get done during my time off. I accomplished a singular thing on that list: My taxes. Other than that? Nothing. No haircut, no oil change, no redesigned websites, no finished portfolio, no balanced budget, no minor home repairs, no blogging or book reviews written. Guess I’ll just look forward to being extra busy these coming…
I woke up at 6 a.m. to get ready to take Tamara to the airport, and checked Twitter (a regrettable but sometimes useful ritual), only to see @mdinstuhl telling everyone to look outside. I hadn’t been keeping up with the news and usually if there is any chance of solid precipitation coming, its impendingness is a major, major deal and everyone spends the entire night prior making milk-and-bread jokes. But nothing, not a peep.…
Mewfest from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. A man who mews more than a man really should + a woman naively saying aloud, “I wonder if there are any cat apps” + a mewing man’s quick app store-searching fingers + two already suspicious cats = this. If you have cats, turn the sound up because it is going to drive them BATTY.
Completely forgot to post these back in December. Oops. It’s a pretty remarkable story, especially when you consider it’s about a young lesbian of color. How often does a story like that make it into the paper? And check out this little explainer video about the series, which was featured today at the annual H.F. Guggenheim Symposium on Crime in America in New York: The CA has nominated the series for a Pulitzer.
I was having a big time out in the yard photographing the glassy branches when a big oak limb in my neighbor’s yard snapped and fell to the ground, bringing a power line (or cable line? not sure) to the ground with it. I thought for a split second she’d coming running outside and see me there at midnight and suspect I’d done something to bring the branch down, but then I realized…
Internet, it is 2:14 a.m. and I am looking at this issue of InStyle like I would look at some dude I’d been, uh, hanging out with for a little while but who still insisted on burping every other second and pinching my ass when I squeezed past him to get the beer he demanded I go fetch because the game was on and he couldn’t bear to remove his hands from the wasteband waistband…
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