The CA won the TPA’s honor of best newspaper in the state (general excellence or something is what they call it). Plus we got an award for awesome make-up and appearance, which is loverly since that’s what I do for a living. So we celebrated with free food today. Yeee-haw! Congrats to all the awesome people I work with. And yes, this is two work-related pictures in two days. I’m a career gal; what can…
I posted just now over at The Memphis Blog about first moviegoing experiences, and I’ve sat here for roughly three seconds trying to dredge up my own memory of my first time at a movie theater, only to thoroughly confuse myself. I guess I’m going to have to ask my parents, because I can only narrow it down to four contenders (one of which I’m not even sure happened): The Abyss, The Little Mermaid, Driving…
Spotted at work by Kerry V. Today I sat through a series of corporate-mandated safety-training videos that had me momentarily convinced that we were being Punk’d. I mean, they were so abysmally awful and insulting (honestly, spending more than fifteen minutes explaining the folly of leaning back in chairs and running down stairs with your arms piled high with boxes? really?) that the entire group couldn’t help but crack on them constantly. We’re all assholes.…
… and my mustachioed friend Zach was kind enough to publish it over at The Great and Secret Thing. It’s a very short story. A glimpse, really, into a moment in a life that may or may not exist somewhere in some time. Please ignore all the incredibly flattering things Zachary says about me (“drunkard,” ha!) and my notorious (?) champagne habit in his introduction. He is accustomed to drinking whiskey distilled from the sweat…
Um, so I saw the new Transformers flick with Shane and Ashley and Joey. And I really didn’t have any idea what was happening at any given moment. Except I marveled at all the references to balls. And Megan Fox’s perpetually open mouth and perpetually (until the last ten minutes) clean white pants. (In the real world, when a woman puts on a pair of white pants, she immediately starts her period. True story.) There…
It’s a little long and it’s edited rather jankily but you get what you pay for here at T&G, sweet thang. You get what you pay for. Bonnaroo 2009 from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
I need to say these things: I bruise easily. Perhaps too easily. I occupy no moral high ground. I need to give people room to fuck up because God knows I have made plenty of room in my life for me to do so. I … I’m trying.
So the year is basically half over. Huh. Today as I was driving back to Memphis from my parents’ house, I thought about all the shit that’s happened this year and what I’ve learned and blah blah false adult lessons hooey. Just now I started writing about this fucking mess of a year so far, when I realized that that’s pretty much all I’ve written about for months now. This post in particular is probably…
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