Joint custody sucks
I miss Felix. I have no idea how people do this with actual human children.
I miss Felix. I have no idea how people do this with actual human children.
I have a Yahoo! e-mail account that I rarely to never log into. Pretty much the only stuff that goes to that account is a bunch of newsletters I managed to get signed up for during my last couple of years of college. Actually, it’s such a short list that I can name them all — Sidelines, Saks Fifth Avenue, Circuit City, SpaLook, and NARAL. I just logged in to check on something, and had…
And I just got Rickrolled for the first time. Thanks, Listening Post.
If you have a weak stomach or prefer to think of me as an entity with no bodily functions, you might want to skip this post. I made it 45 whole minutes at work today before having to duck out. I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I’ve been feeling pukey all day. First person to shout “preggers!” in his or her mind automatically assumes partial responsibility for the enormous child-support burden I will endure…
Here in a little bit I’ll leave the musty darkness of the T&G headquarters to meet a real-life flesh and blood person who became aware of my existence because of this blog. It’s a samesexheterodate, of sorts, the hot new trend sweeping through middle America (stay tuned for the deliriously clueless profile of samesexheterodating that’s bound to run in the New York Times style section later this month). Samesexheterodating: You know, people of the same…
The undead are a persistent bunch, you know. I spent last week leaving increasingly desperate messages on the voicemail of the guy who approves or denies events booked for Beale Street (it’s a private street, you know, not public, so you can’t just do what you want there without filling out paperwork), thinking he was avoiding me after last year’s round of last-minute awkward runaround phone tag that nearly meant we didn’t get a permit.…
It rained all day, but I didn’t mind it too terribly. I just have to remind myself that the more it rains, the greener it gets, and the greener it gets, the happier I seem to be.
Megan tagged me! That scamp! You take each line and replace it with a single word of your choosing. Yes, just one word!! Afterward, tag seven folks… You’re feeling: contentTo your left: doorOn your mind: tomorrowLast meal included: cheeseYou sometimes find it hard to: settleThe weather: craptasticSomething you have a collections of: corksA smell that cheers you up: orangesA smell that can ruin your mood: litterHow long since you last shaved: hoursThe current state of…
Oh, how I love Pajiba. Regarding Superhero Movie and the Movie movies in general: So, I’m asking nicely: Stop it. Just fucking stop it. Don’t make anymore of these goddamn movies. None. The only thing left, anyway, is a motherfucking spoof of spoof movies, which would be like watching yourself look at yourself in a mirror, which would probably cause a flatulent rip in the space/time continuum, and we’d all be sucked into a wet…
Because concepts you pitch that start out looking like this end up looking like this after he’s worked his magic. To say I have talent envy doesn’t even begin to cover it. Link love: Check out the newly redesigned Shelf Life blog, the book blog from the CA. Bonus link love: Shane’s blogging again!
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