I have so much to do. I shouldn’t be doing this. So I’ll stop, but first I want to issue an order. Go visit this human clock and wile away the minutes while I slave over a hot newspaper layout program.
Their rigid insistance that all things be sunny and happy trumps reality. Gather up two of your best pals and act out this little play. Keep in mind that, while you’re saying these lines, a 26-year-old woman in a wheelchair and her 11-year-old sister are being either smothered by giant balloons or loaded into ambulances somewhere along the parade route. Katie Couric: Now, because of today’s windy conditions, these characters are on video, and if…
Because sometimes visiting his site makes me laugh and laugh*. *Click the photo to read the headlines. Season’s beatings. Heh heh.
Oh no. Thanks to two posts, I’m getting hits from people looking for photos of the Harry Potter star (let’s call him “D-Rad”) in compromising positions. One seeker (heh) was looking for photos of him in the bathtub and another would like to see him in swimming trunks. To the wayward souls who are stumbling upon this humble blog in search of pictures of your famous crush or descriptions of pictures of your famous crush,…
Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch. Mostly, I think. My mom’s back was hurting her, but she made it through the night without having to go upstairs to lie down. My brother drove away in a huff when she yelled at him and my dad for wrestling in the kitchen while we were all gathering to say grace, but he came back and eventually got over it. After holiday meals, it’s customary in my…
Yesterday morning, during a lull in the Macy’s parade, I mentioned to my dad Memphis’s prestigious danger ranking, and joked that mace makes a good stocking stuffer. He was like, I’ve got something better than that, and he and my brother proceeded to put their jackets on, dip into the big safe downstairs for metal and ammo, and coax me out into the backyard to teach me how to shoot a gun. I wasn’t crazy…
I’m here in Saltillo. Everyone’s asleep except me. I swear I’m getting so sentimental in my old age, because I love coming home and just hanging out in the house. The pantry is always full, in the winter time it’s always so warm, everyone’s always happy to see me — especially the dogs, who literally pee themselves when I pet them — and happy we’re all together, and there are pictures everywhere of the people…
Finally, there’s a legal-age Daniel Radcliffe coundown clock. Only 607 days ’til little Harry Potter is a man. A hot, angsty, conflicted, very British wizard man. Check out that link. It’s pretty funny. (Hat tip: Broadsheet, which also coined “Radcliffe-hangers,” though they spell it “Radcliffhangers,” which I find more annoying than the hyphenated version with the ‘e’ left in)
The saddest part about this is that it’s not even surprising. After all, it has happened for eight straight years. But it seems like this year — when the U.S.’s budget is bloated but stretched thin, the deficit is ballooning, there are devastated regions all over the country that need assistance, the war in Iraq is driving us deeper into debt, and the baby boomers are on the verge of retiring and crippling our health…
If you haven’t seen this video of a woman from “Trading Spouses” yet, please go and do so now. But turn the lights on and hug a furry friend, because it is scary.
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