I felt like crap on a stick today, so I stayed home from work to recharge the old batteries. Of course, this meant a lot of crappy reality television; about a million iPhone commercials; various catnaps and naps with cats splayed on top of me; and a brief moment when I considered leaping off my balcony in a bid to spear the cardinal outside the window chirping his very boring, very monotone chirp. This cardinal…
Argh, I’ve had one of those pointlessly annoying days, where you wake up to the sound of screeching birds beneath your air conditioner (they’re back), and you amble into the living room to try and get a few winks in to the soothing sounds of the TV Guide channel, only to realize that the various animals you willingly share your place with are not going to show you the courtesy of SingTFU, so you do…
[for Sunday, July 15] I made my first trip to Graceland today, tagging along with Rebecca and her mom and mom’s boyfriend, who were visiting from Texas. Ho. Lee. Crap. That place is furnished in suede and carpeted from floor to ceiling in the tackiest colors you can possibly imagine. And there are mirrors everywhere. It is kitsch defined. Kitsch squared. A bizarre little bubble of weirdness trapped in the amber of rock ‘n’ roll…
• The appropriate time to poop. They seem to think it’s preferable to take turns pooping as I’m preparing my lunch and/or dinner. • How acceptable it is to knock my living room lamp off the table and punch two holes in the shade and bust the underside of the base. • The advisability of jumping up and latching on to the oscillating fan. • How much fun it is to play in the litter…
Is it even possible to buy a bra that does not piss me off? I doubt it. First off, I’m pissed that I have agreed to give in to the cultural mandate to wear a bra. I don’t actually *need* a bra insomuch as anyone actually *needs* a bra. I’m not ashamed to admit that; I’m quite relieved that I don’t have to worry about all that extra baggage. I’m sure I have plenty of…
In case you missed it … Thursday, July 12 Thankful Thursday I was kind of hoping readers would chime in and list things they were thankful for, as sort of a breezy end-of-the-week exercise, but no one seems to be up for it… A new literary and film genre?I had hoped to get a discussion going about the terms “chick flick” and “prick flick” and whether or not they’re helpful markers when it comes to…
[for Friday, July 13] This, in honor of one of our copy editors, who lost his battle with lung cancer early Friday. Kent was a quirky dude, but a really good copy editor. The thing that always makes me laugh when I think of him is how he’d do bicep curls with a dumbbell while reading proofs. And the sign he posted on his cube following the release of Hustle and Flow that said “Hustle…
I’ve been tagged by Hugo! THE RULES1. All right, here are the rules.2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.4. People who are tagged write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment…
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