All the doorknobs in my apartment look like this. The apartment is old and the building’s foundation has shifted enough times that most of the doors don’t actually latch when you close them. Jack has caught on to this and has made it his mission to figure out how to open the doors around here, many of which stay “closed” but not quite closed. His technique? Standing on his hind legs, stretching as far as…
Some time this year (last year? the year before? hell, I don’t know; life is what happens when you’re blogging about your cats), they replaced the soap dispensers at work with the fancy kind that magically sense a dirty hand and noisily crank out sanitary foam for your handwashing pleasure. These machines — there are two per bathroom for optimum convenience!!! — have a mystical set of standards for occasions on which they will actually…
My pal Fritz over at the Manhattan Project posted this video a bit ago, and now that I’ve let the song thoroughly infect my psyche, I had to go buy the whole Santogold album. The video’s kind of dark, even if ironically so, but the album mostly features upbeat, shoulder-pumpin’ music that I hope will set the tone for my week to come. I don’t need another week like the last one, you hear me,…
NPR is canceling the Bryant Park Project, the program that published the audio slideshow about my Project 365 last year. This sucks; the BPP is one of the rare mainstream public radio programs that really embraces the web and all it has to offer. Memphis’ own Radio Sweethearts has a few suggestions for anyone wanting to pass along their disappointment to NPR. Best wishes to everyone involved, but especially Laura Conaway, who hails from Mississippi…
This morning (I’m being generous; it was 11ish) I hopped out of bed like a little sprite and sprang into cleaning action. Last night I had stopped by Rite Aid to ready myself for the cleanliness rapture and stock up on cleaning supplies. My apartment has been filthy and crammed with random crap for a very long time now, and I really only spruce it up on the surface when I have people over. But…
Overheard: Dude 1: Hey, did you hear Obama might be sponsoring a car for NASCAR? Dude 2: I guess that means he’s going to play the race car.
Today I took a little tumble in the liquor store. Literally. You know, I’ve spent enough time rambling about my stupid life on the internet that I just about had myself convinced that I couldn’t really be embarrassed anymore. Ha. Nothing like a good old-fashioned falling down to pour a nice little cocktail of humility and shame over your head. Still, it made me laugh. Once you recover and move far, far away from the…
I’ve been asked by a couple of people how Jack’s doing since his copious-vomiting incident last week … or whenever it was. See for yourself: I persisted in giving him his antibiotics for two days, at which point it became clear that he didn’t need any medicine; he had just needed to barf up everything in his stomach and start all over. He’s totally fine and back to destroying any and all paper items he…
Just ask this guy. Bonus: This came from a tree in a graveyard. I dunno, I think I’d be a little freaked out, but this old timer has probably seen a lot of crazy shit in his day.
In the shower, attempting to shave your legs, which are spotted liberally with the obligatory summertime mosquito-bite and chigger scabs, while wearing no corrective lenses (provided your sight is as craptastic as mine). Woo-wee. Slow and steady wins the race, I’ve found.
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