Author: theogeo

There’s a Nashville Fark party this weekend in Hermitage, if any of you want to meet your fellow delightful intertube freaks.

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Here’s what we do — we have to create more temperate climate zones in which carbon dioxide-eating trees can grow. How best to do that? Expedite global warming so we can cover Antarctica in trees. That’ll teach those greenhouse gases!

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I can think of something that’s green that might explain why she’s laughing so damn much at nothing. See if you can get all the way to the end without crying. In horror. (HT: Video Dog)

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The rest of my day off found me in the Wolfchase Galleria, looking for sales so I could beef up my dismal summer wardrobe. I took a sashay through Torrid to see if they had any good deals on jeans (they didn’t, but I bought some anyway; suck it, Dave Ramsey), and as I was waiting to check out, I noticed this skinny white kid, probably 12 or so, rifling through the bras on the…

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I hate getting my hair cut so much that I tend to wait two years between appointments. The last time I had my hair cut, I was working at Dillard’s and I hadn’t yet graduated college. And my hair was pretty dang short (I had it shorn off into the cute little soccer-mom bob in the summer of 2004), and I didn’t look so good with short hair, so when it grew out, I just…

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Mmmm, paint therapy. I saw this at Twisty’s first and didn’t realize I could, like, click the painting and make my own until another splatter masterpiece showed up at Bitch, Phd. The intertubes are awesome.

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It’s been nearly a month and a half since a post here, which isn’t exactly a retirement, but it’s damn close in the blogworld. I haven’t been posting here, but I have been posting at a secret underground bunker that is rumored to be not unlike the hidey hole in which they found Saddam and four crates of rotten cabbage, so hopefully my endearingly self-depracating skills haven’t dulled. Oops, make that “skillz.” I see that…

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This is it, kids. As much as it pains me to do so, I’ve got to stop blogging here. There’s an incredibly long and complicated story behind the reasons why, but I just can’t hang out here any longer. This blog has exacerbated some issues in my personal life and now my safety and sanity depends upon my either stopping blogging or going underground and doing so anonymously at another URL (which is probably what…

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So the word is that there’ll be a Memphis blogger meet-up Friday, June 9. at the P&H on Madison. I can’t go because I work Friday nights, but I’m just doing my bloggerly duty and passing along the info, man, because that’s what the interwebs are for and stuff.

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The walls close in around me. Old habits fade far from me. The ceiling falls about me. And the sky is open to me now. Pinback is here. I saw their big grey bus and U-Haul at the Hi-Tone. I can’t wait for the show. I usually reserve my excitement for laundry day and eating at El Mezcal, but this is just too much. I’ve got to get some batteries for the camera. Hopefully I…

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