All this rape and brutality talk lately has me on edge. Like Aunt B said, things are fucked up between the sexes. And she’s not talking about in a Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus kind of way. Last night, right before bed, I was watching the news (perhaps a bad move on my part). I can’t even remember what I saw, but I remember that it hurt, and it made me despair…
Happy 4/20. I’m sure you’re all roasted by now. You and the hippies in Overton Park, getting baked in the hazy sun. Isn’t it weird that even though everyone knows what 420 means, no one knows where it really came from? Short-term memory loss is a bitch!
Every now and again, a talented, upright-walking rock ‘n’ roll beast makes its way out of the primordial ooze that is Savannah, Tenn. The latest to make the evolutionary leap is The Factory, a band consisting of three of Phil’s phriends: Justin (his old college roommate), Chris (who he met at Jesus school as a kid), and Eli (his former Pro-T76 bandmate). The Factory will be bringing their groovy Southern rock sound to Neil’s, a…
Everyone’s having a pretty good time at the expense of pouty-faced Scott McClellan’s resignation. And yes, it does seem cathartic to see him canned after three years of his ducking and dodging and weaving around questions and dancing that infuriating half-truth dance. But, honestly, there’s no great reason to celebrate his departure. He was a flack, a whipping boy, of no great consequence to anything. There will be another question-dodger to replace him. (Anyone remember…
It probably won’t remain online for much longer, but the blog written by the psycho who killed and planned to cannibalize a 10-year-old girl in Oklahoma is certainly a bit of interesting reading. This entry, from Feb. 4, stinks of desperation and painful emotional instability and social anxiety. But his sentiments aren’t exactly foreign or unthinkable; they’re pretty common. Pretty much the only time I believe in God is when I want to blame Him…
Yesterday I joked to my co-workers, while good-naturedly grumbling about coming back from vacation, that I felt a sore throat coming on. And today I really do.
The female of the species can be said to be “crunk” or “to’ up” when the tongue is red and inflamed. I think I’ve used this fabulous photo in a post before, but I don’t care. It’s just that great. Happy birthday!
Here’s a good essay by Sarah Hepola about shutting down the blog to write. I want to write a book. Yeah, who doesn’t? I know. But I’ve wanted to since I was a little girl, ticking away at a typewriter all afternoon in my parents’ cluttered office while my dad tried to sleep enough to report for his second shift. Today I’ve got very little to show for my years of fretting and hashing out…
Pinback at the Hi-Tone May 24. It’ll cost me a vacation day/holiday, but it’ll be so very worth it. Looks like Memphis is the only Tennessee stop they’ll make. Awesome.
I really wish Jack White had nothing to do with this. (HT: Aaron Hurley)
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