I’m headed to Saltillo in a bit, if I can ever get around to putting some clothes on and throwing some crap in an overnight bag. Tomorrow I’m taking my mom to Vanderbilt to the doctor. I’m sure she’d prefer it if I didn’t spread her medical secrets all over the internet, so I’ll just say that a couple of weeks ago, doctors found a cyst on her kidney and she’s got to have it…
So, internet, I’m up late (not really, it’s only 12:30, but I’m tired), unable to find anything of quality on television. It smells like cat shit in here and I have had a sour stomach all day and haven’t had much of an appetite until now (after crunching down on a nearly two-inch-long chicken bone in my three-day old chicken salad sandwich, I lost my appetite for a while). I don’t know what’s wrong with…
He’s thinking about food and she’s entertaining a million conflicting crazy thoughts, some of which are about bugs and ghosts and doorknobs and newspaper shreds, but most of which are about creative ways to bust into the bedroom at 6 a.m. during my second REM cycle. Is it possible that cats can be born without the gene that allows them to learn how to drink out of a water bowl? Or is that just called…
And I am not being sarcastic! Woke up and bought Radiohead tickets (for the Tampa show … here’s hoping I can get off work). And noticed that my tax refund had been deposited, which means I can pay off one of my credit cards. I think this qualifies for a woot. Woot!
Y’all, check out my man Fritz, burning up the interwebs with his dating advice from circus performers. Effing awesome and hilarious and at least one of those questions floating out there was plucked more or less from my own life (I’ll let you guess which one). I would also dote on another friend of mine who recently — by permission of an unusually amiable and serendipity-friendly Universe — got [some musician we adore] and her…
From one of many e-mails I’ve received from someone in my family who really, really does not want me to vote for Barack Obama: Voting records show that he is also the most liberal senator in the U.S. Senate. He is an ardent supporter of killing unborn babies. I have heard that he even favors killings babies after they are born. But that is okay because (1) he is a good speaker, (3) he is…
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, an apocalyptic, poetic love song with a Kubrick reference and a double entendre in the title — “The Temptation of Adam.” Awesome. Too bad the video’s dark and you can barely see anything. Doesn’t matter. Just close your eyes and listen.
Redesigns aren’t meant to be conceived of and executed in less than two hours, but, well, this blog is fairly low-maintenance, so, there ya go. Sayonara, T&G 2007. You served me well. I’m sure I’ll be making minor tweaks to the redesign (which isn’t so much a redesign as it is a change in color palette and banner) in the coming days. I have no idea how this looks in Internet Explorer, nor do I…
• Random thought that just popped into my head while I was taking a shower: Is Jim Varney dead? Yes. Yes, he is. And what’s so weird about that particular thought popping into my head today is that the anniversary of his death was yesterday. My shine is weak. • I’m sitting here with wet hair and a list of errands that can’t be run until the hair is dry. So what am I doing?…
My hometown newspaper finally has a website! It’s weird and hard to navigate and I don’t think much of the news other than tornado stuff has made it up, but it’s at least something.
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