Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
people are dumb
The neighbor’s dogs finally shut up
I came home from work Tuesday night and the neighbor’s car was in her driveway. Wednesday morning I slept until 10. Because there were no dogs outside my window, barking. Ahhhhhh.
pregnancy work
Week thirty-six
The shape of this October is different from all the rest. Already we are nearly halfway in and the leaves are changing, tops of the trees first where they are kissed by sun, cascading down into the shade. Horror movies are on TV and for some reason I found myself watching Saw II the other day even though I’d never seen the first or any other in the series. It wasn’t scary and I didn’t…
Bitchy McComplainsalot Memphis people suck
The neighbor’s dogs are ruining our lives
QUICK VENT! This is what they do at 6:30 or 7 a.m. every morning … for hours and hours: neighbor dogs who won’t let us sleep from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. And then again a few hours later. Or whenever they’re bored. Which is a lot since they are just hanging out in the courtyard, which is mere feet from our bedroom window, all day and night, seemingly every day and night for the past…
shameless self-promotion
Shopkeeping
Friends, you may have noticed a newish link up top to a new blog of mine — one dedicated to the growing Etsy shop I talk about every now and again. So feel free to head over there and add it to your feed reader or daily rounds or however you like to surf these webs. I’ll be posting updates about what’s going in the shop, and hopefully posting some on my creative process and…
the manfriend
To the boy: Your dad
Still life with bored, meditating man and dying flowers It has been a tense few months of anticipation, little one, but today we found out that your dad passed the bar, bringing him one step closer to his dream of being a slick shyster who works out of the back of his Honda. It’s important to chase your dreams, son, even if your clutch goes out.
pregnancy
Week thirty-five
The thirty-fifth week seems to be the week that pregnancy forgot. Nothing super special (por ejemplo: “This week your baby has sprouted eyeballs!” or “Your child can now hear you talking dirty to your significant other!”) is listed on the calendars. We don’t even get to make a very exciting fruit-analogy jump. Nope. We just go from cantaloupe to honeydew. Yawn-a-rific. A lot less listeria involved, however. I spent some time in the bathroom the…
music
‘Powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines’
Last night I caught Jeff Mangum performing at Occupy Wall Street via Ustream and realized it’s probably the closest I will ever get to seeing him perform live, which is pretty good considering that up until very recently no one even knew what the hell he was up to these days. Since last night, I’ve been on a Neutral Milk Hotel kick of sorts, but “Oh Comely” just keeps wafting back into my head, letting…
gardening yardlust
‘Spider surprise’ sounds like a horrible dish from a terrible restaurant
… but in reality it’s always a welcome addition to the scorched, dead-earth-looking yard in late summer/early fall.
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