Yet another reason why I should update my feed reader
Twisty’s back! I did not get the memo.
Twisty’s back! I did not get the memo.
Who says nothing interesting ever happens in small towns? From the story (actually, this is the whole story at this time): TBI officials say an underground marijuana-growing operation was busted in Saltillo, Tennessee on a 600 acre farm. Investigators say marijuana plants were found inside a metal tank buried in a field in the 1000 block of Five Forks Road. The tank is about 20 feet long and eight feet tall. More than 1,000 marijuana…
For illustrative purposes, this is NOT what it feels like in my bed, but what it feels like elsewhere in my apartment. I just slept for thirteen hours. Not consecutively, but close enough. It was pretty awesome. Big ups to my electric blanket and my new comforter, which isn’t threadbare like the one I will now banish to the closet because I can’t bear to give it away. Supplemental ups to my jersey-knit sheet and…
So, I super-sleuthed and figured out how red paint got on my bumper. One of the four other people who live in my part of the building and use the outside door that is right next to my assigned parking space must have opened the door one day this week and walloped the everloving shit out of my car. Aaaaand not bothered to leave a note. On the car or on my door. It’s either…
Photo by IndieRockLance Regina Spektor is brilliant and funny and she made me cry. But that could have been the wine. The show was really great. Packed house, despite this being her third attempt to play the Ryman this tour (both previous shows were canceled due to her inner-ear infection). The crowd loved her. She was wearing this ridiculous silver ruffled dress that made me think of a clogger. Everyone but me (but I?) had…
Sometimes, Memphis and I get along like an abusive lover and a masochist. This city will kick you when you’re down and then help you up and wipe the blood and spit off your chin. You have to question your sanity when you end up defending the city to everyone you know when they put it down, even when you know Memphis can be really bad for you. You think about leaving it, but you…
I think one of the more amazing web-based re-imaginings of existing art that I’ve ever encountered has to be Garfield Minus Garfield. It is disturbing and brilliant. And manages to make Garfield even funnier. Yes, I think Garfield is funny. What of it?! (HT: Brittney)
There are nights when you’ll come outside and Memphis will smell like the inside of a greasy Frency-fry bag, left clumped up at the foot of a chainlink fence through a rainstorm and then several days of punishing sun. And then there are nights when you’ll come outside and smell nothing but fresh bread from the Wonder Bread factory. After a French-fry-bag weekend, tonight was a Wonder Bread night.
So my grandmother’s matchmaking skills may be a bit rusty, as the Australian guy she was trying to fix me up with is taken. Also, he Googled me and found this blog. Hi, Alex! Also, Courtney and Dustin have found a man for me, but, despite his build like a “wandering Norwegian brawler” and his preference for fornication, I’m not sure he would work out. He’s allergic to cats.
I hope you and your sandwich-stealing friend get to share the cheap seats in Hell, you spineless fucktard. I’m eyeing every vaguely red/maroon car in this town, looking for a similar pattern on the fender. God, people suck so fucking much. Not even 2,000 miles on my damn car and already some idiot has got me queued up to have body work done. I could spit acid into the eyes of a thousand children right…
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