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Throw us a bone

So lame. The Voodoo Music Experience continues its descent into crappiness: NIN is out, as are Queens of the Stone Age. I don’t really even like either band, but I know they’re big and would have been a major draw for the kids. The Neville Brothers will perform a free show, which is cool, but still. Memphis is like the bratty cracked-out red-headed stepchild of the South that gets shafted and then acts out on…

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Where the boys are beauty queens

Memphis is playing host to the 34th annual Miss Gay America pageant this week. It might actually be fun to check out if it wasn’t so pricey. It’s $70 for the week, and something like $15 per event if you attend them separately. I figure I would enjoy a drag pageant more than I would a “real” female beauty pageant, because at least the drag queens acknowledge that they are “doing” femininity as an act;…

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A little about guilt and a lot about joy

Donations for Pakistan earthquake relief are lagging. I’m as much to blame as anyone; as of this writing I’ve given nothing, not even much more than a passing glance to the relief effort. How hypocritical of me, after all the talk of irresponsible regionalism I sputtered after Katrina. As soon as my check clears the bank, I’m going to see what I can do to remedy that. It won’t be much, but it will be…

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Lulling time into a sleepy stupor

I’m waiting for just the right moment to leave out to meet my mom in Whiteville to make the nephew exchange. It’s either I dicker with the computer or I fall asleep. Read this. It’s kind of a big ‘duh,’ but I found it amusing since last night I was reduced to buying a $2 turkey-and-cheese Lunchables from the machine. The whole time I assembled my tiny cracker sandwiches, I felt like a second-class second-grader.…

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Sometimes, posts don’t have names

Tamara Jo, hope you’re having a swell birthday. [][][] I put in my holiday requests today. Basically, we’re asked to rank which holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, News Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day) we’d prefer to have off on a scale of one to five. We’re not guaranteed anything, especially not our normal off days if they fall on a holiday (Christmas is on a Sunday, which I would normally have off). I…

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Home is where my habits have a habitat

The wedding went off without a hitch, except for the part where some of the more rude parties on the groom’s side of the family hit my sister up for money to help pay for the decorations. Three times. I know times in Savannah aren’t really that rosy financially for anyone … ever … but would it have killed them to at least wait until tomorrow to ask the bride to pony up for the…

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We’ve got all this love to give

We got a bit of bad news today when Phil took Gonzo to his clinic for a check-up. He’s been shedding quite a bit, which happens periodically, so we’re never sure if it’s a seasonal thing or the first indications of adrenal gland disease. We had a scare almost a year ago, and it turned out that Gonzo had a fatty acid deficiency that was making him lose his fur. So we were prescribed smelly…

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Voting is for losers

So while viewing The New Republic tonight it hit me that I should totally rip off their color scheme for my redesign. And I know I groveled at the feet of you six to help me pick a new color scheme, but we didn’t exactly come away with a clear winner, so I decided to just run with the inspiration and see where it took me. And do you know where it took me? Straight…

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[At Christmas, all roads lead home]

It’s so weird (and by weird I mean totally common in almost everyone I know) how once October hits, I can’t stop thinking about cold weather and Christmas. Despite how I’ve actually spent my holidays the past several years (last year was practically a Dillard’s doozy), my Christmas fantasies (yes, I have them, and no, they’re not sexy) always go like this: Christmas fantasy No. 1: It is actually Thanksgiving Day, but my mom and…

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