Sunday, July 23: Gonzo, charging the paparazzi. Gonzo’s getting worse, I think. His belly feels so distended, like any pressure I put on it when I hold him just squashes his insides. There are lumps in there, too. I’m unclear as to whether the lumps are organs, or the cancer, or organs swollen from the cancer. I don’t know how it works and it wouldn’t make a difference even if I did. It’s been three…
The breastfeeding wars rage on. The latest battle is over a recent cover of BabyTalk Magazine, a magazine that presumably talks a lot about babies and things babies are into, like being fed and stuff. It seems some readers of this magazine — parents, presumably — got a little hot and bothered by this: And BabyTalk received a heap of letters from disgruntled readers: “I was SHOCKED to see a giant breast on the cover…
I didn’t mention that Radiohead is all over the A Scanner Darkly soundtrack. Well, their songs are in the film. I don’t know about the actual soundtrack. (Anyone care to explain to me why soundtracks are so often radically different from the music played in the actual film?) But I caught at least two Radiohead tunes (including “The Amazing Sounds of Orgy,” which had me dancing a little jig in my seat … okay, in…
Someone on the elevator was wearing the same perfume my mother wears. And I swear, I can’t name it, but that’s got to be one of the most comforting smells in the world. I wanted to follow the woman to her cube and just stand there, sniffing her like a freak.
Al Gore’s going to be in Memphis Monday to sign copies of An Inconvenient Truth and discuss the book. He’ll be at the Laurelwood Davis-Kidd at 5 p.m. Tickets go on sale Saturday, because the man is a rock star these days. For some reason there’s no mention of this on the Davis-Kidd Memphis events page, but it has to be real because there’s an ad for it in tomorrow’s paper. And everything in ads…
If your student loan company charges you an $8 fee to deduct your payment electronically from your banking account, it is wise to ignore the cheerful “Save a stamp! Pay electronically!” suggestion printed on the payment envelopes.
I spent the bulk of Wednesday in a foul mood — a profoundly foul mood, the kind you can feel rotting your insides. I’ve been waking up that way lately. Ever since I got back from Nashville I’ve just been off-kilter. Sleeping later than usual. Drinking too much soda. Not exercising. Grimacing at kittens. That sort of thing. Could be the heat. Could be PMS. Could be old annoyances come home to roost once again.…
I love it when I actually witness a bit of TV that is so palpably brilliant that I know it is contributing to the evolution of humanity. Last night I witnessed this, and it changed my life:
This story reminds me a lot of a little place back in the ‘Boro a lot of people used to refer to as “Weed Zone.” (Anyone from the ‘Boro — do people still call it that?) You could order thin crust, deep dish or marijuana at a Collierville pizza parlor. And pay for any of it with a debit card. An hourly employee is charged with offering the illegal side order at Little Caesars, 235…
This explains a lot. That ad is a marvel of mindfuckery. But this is even better.
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