Seen in her natural habitat, the Middle Child might seem grumpy, unapproachable, and/or miserable, when in fact she is just, as they say in popular parlance, “balls cold.” My parents’ Explorer’s every nook and cranny is full of stuff. We are taking Christmas decorations and baking supplies, for God’s sake. And a giant bin full of food. Because Gatlinburg is so rural that I heard you have to kill and eat your own dinner there.…
It took me a few hours, but I’ve finally completed my papercraft Newsbot. I’m calling him Bojanklesbot because he’s held together rather jankily with packing tape (like everything else in my apartment) and he looks like the kind of robot who might be voted off the island kinda early, if you know what I mean. Anyway, it’s a really cool project spearheaded by my pal Shane, illustrator extraordinaire for The CA. The advent calendar from…
Channel 1: Kitties v. Balloon Behold, a balloon! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Channel 2: The Cats Are Introduced To Drugs Just Say No from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Never in my life did I imagine that the Google Street View crew would roll through Saltillo. But they did. And it looks a little like they half-assed it just like they did with Memphis. I guess they’re just hitting major rural highways for now. Too bad, because that means you can’t take a virtual stroll down to the river, or see the rockin’ mural on what used to be JB’s Grocery (which was, before…
When Nashville got Google Street View before Memphis did, I wasn’t terribly surprised. I’ll bite my tongue on that subject. But when Little Rock got it before we did? That smelled. I just imagined Google minions being too chickenshit to drive around slowly through the 901 hood in their little 360-degree-camera-topped cars. Heh. But who’s got two thumbs and is a total dumbass? >>>THISGUY.<<< View Larger Map Edit: B-Rob at the CA reminds me of…
Today’s the 75th anniversary of the date the 21st Amendment was ratified, ending prohibition. Tonight? We celebrate by drinking cheap domestic swill! And tequila! Huzzah!
• Up early. The old eyes popped open at 8:30ish for some reason. This is what happens when I don’t drink for a few days, I guess. Scary. I have to take Felix to the vet at noon for his blood tests to see how we can get that insulinoma under control. I’m not looking forward to driving all the way out to bumfuck (Winchester and Riverdale), but I am looking forward to getting the treatment…
My mother keeps approximately eighteen unused Christmas wreaths in the attic at all times, and over the weekend when I was up there getting decorations down for her, she told me to take one — no, two! no, three! no, twelve! — home with me. So I did. Take one, that is. I picked a plain one that just came with a big red bow, which I unceremoniously ripped off because it didn’t quite match…
About this time every year, I get a real thing for oranges. Call it the legacy of growing up in a band-fruit town. I exercised my auntly duty and bought fruit from the nephews, who are now both in band, meaning I purchased two count ’em two boxes of fruit. I’ve got a box of amazingly slick-skinned navel oranges in the kitchen. And a box of pink grapefruit in the car. I don’t even like…
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