Clean up this apartment. If I had children, the authorities would be justified in taking them away. In lieu of actual posts, I offer some old photos I’ve added to my Flickr account. I stumbled upon some discs with old photos on them and plan to feed them into Flickr to share. Because they are awesome and make me feel all warm and fuzzy and whatnot.
Like I mentioned a bit ago, there’s interesting stuff all over the news tonight. Uno: Two strip club owners are fighting over the right to use “Platinum” in their club names. The owner of Platinum Plus is suing the pants off (okay, probably not) a guy who is opening a club named Platinum Doll. The Platinum Plus owner apparently doesn’t want the Platinum Doll to mooch off of PP’s prestigious standing in the community. Dos:…
I finished The Time Traveler’s Wife over the weekend while sitting in the M’boro Hastings, which has been completely gutted and renovated since the last time I was in there. What was once green and comfortably worn and dingy is now snazzy and all high-tech and shit, with bright colors and big silver letters hanging from the ceiling. The breezeway is gone and has been replaced by a patio area where you can sit and…
It was a busy night in the newsroom. Lots of interesting stuff happening in and around town. I’ll get to that stuff in another post. This post I’m devoting solely to the deliciously naughty election-scandal-in-the-making that broke late last night. The Flyer has this to say: In an astounding development, the Flyer has learned, ballot materials, including a ballot box to be used for “off-machine” purposes (certain write-in ballots and provisional ballots) and other election-day…
Serrabee has upped the ante and is throwing two blogger bashes next week to maximize attendance. Veeeerrrry clev-ah! The first is Thursday, Aug. 10, and the second is Sunday, Aug. 13. Both start at 7 at the Deli. Kudos to Mr. Mike for the banner. I’m looking forward to meeting some fellow pale, pajama-wearing, bloviatin’, bloggin’ fools.
Friends, I present to you the real Jerri Blank, one Florrie Fisher, sticking it to a high school hippie: And now hear her tale of the beautiful Negro-Spaniard-Indian girl who fell to her death while on LSD: (HT: FourFour)
My most popular post ev-ah is this one, in which I designate four particularly offensive emo-indie-kid hairstyles I’d like to see instantly halted. I wrote this post last Novemeber, and lately I’ve gotten at least 20 Google referrals each day to it. I don’t know what kids out there are searching for (I’m the top result for “indie hairstyles” and “asymmetrical hairstyles” if you do an image search, and I’m near the top if you…
Y’all, I am so sorry for this weekend. I was mean to you and I had no right to be. Blame the patriarchy. And my occational compliance with its demands. Okay, just blame me. I gave in and I knew better. See, sometimes you have to get prettied up and flip-flops or magenta sneakers just won’t do. I have a pair of sensible orthopedic flat mules in my closet that are comfortable despite the fact…
So I’m reading The Time Traveler’s Wife and it’s fantastic. Tamara raved about it and lent it to me while I was in Nashville. And I’m so glad she did, because I’ve almost bought it countless times in the bookstore but for some reason never did. It’s beautifully written, painstakingly detailed and plotted, poignant, whimsical, the whole bit. Love it. It’s nearly three inches thick (hardcover, at least) and I’m probably fifty pages from the…
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