the internet is fun

The fish eggs are greener on the other side

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…

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why am I telling you this?

Dispatches from behind the quarantine curtain

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…

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the internet is fun

Does this blog make my ass look fat?

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…

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Memphis Zombie Massacre they're coming

They’ll be looking for you

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.…

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randomosity

No one rocks the Saturday-night memes like I do

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…

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comedy movies

‘A flatulent rip in the space/time continuum’

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…

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