Gratuitous ultraviolence interlude
Take it from me. Never underestimate the foontz.
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drunkblogging memories project 365 (2009)
Day 9: Remember, Remember the Ninth of January
So it’s not quite as easy on the eardrums as the far more common fifth-of-November trope, but everyone remembers the fifth of November. Why can’t the ninth of January get a little love? Sure, it exists in that no man’s land between New Year’s Day and Valentine’s Day, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important. In the sense that every day you’re not dead is important, I guess. I figure anyone’s life can be judged…
drunkblogging Fran Moments friends
Speaking Southern like it should be spoke
When I was growing up, there was this book floating around our house called Speaking Southern Like It Should Be Spoke, and it was more or less a dictionary of Southernisms. What I can’t say for sure is whether or not it was mean or nice. Like, was it playful self-parody, or mean razzing from the outside? I’m not sure, and it’s even harder to tell since I can’t really find much out about that…
drunkblogging friends
PT The Unprecedented
This is my oldest friend, Palm Tree. Tonight, we’ve been conducting what may be the world’s longest ongoing chat/Scramble match/conversation, involving Orc blood, bitch-goblins, Stadium Pals, grumpy exes, astrology, vibrators, and so much more, often in misspelled allcaps. And I have laughed my ass off the whole time. Heavy guffaws, my head thrown back to my shoulders. All without uttering a single word, since she’s hours and hours away, in Buffalo, NY, a whimsical place…
drunkblogging randomosity the family
City blood
“Want some of this?!” I yell to my brother over the shaky din of the front-end loader as he hauls his Dickey-clad lower half toward a location on the family farm that will make him some money. I shake a bright orange can of mosquito repellent at him. He looks at me like I’m some sort of communist. “NO!” he shouts at me, shaking his head. It’s like I’ve suggested that he take out twenty…
drunkblogging music NPR
Describing Billie
I’ve been on a real Billie Holiday kick lately. I attribute this development to something akin to typical mid-twenties labor pains and the fact that it’s already nasty hot and it’s not even summer yet. Putting a Billie Holiday record on has roughly the same effect on a room as turning on an oscillating fan and taking off a couple of layers of clothes. The only way the setting could possibly improve is if you’ve…
drunkblogging friends
In which I drunkenly promote my friends’ awesomeness
Y’all, check out my man Fritz, burning up the interwebs with his dating advice from circus performers. Effing awesome and hilarious and at least one of those questions floating out there was plucked more or less from my own life (I’ll let you guess which one). I would also dote on another friend of mine who recently — by permission of an unusually amiable and serendipity-friendly Universe — got [some musician we adore] and her…
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Ouch
Note to self: During marathon early-morning phone calls, alternate water with all those glasses of wine, especially if you plan to do anything remotely productive the next day.
drunkblogging Memphis
Voting is important. And stuff.
It’s 3 a.m. I’m not technically sober. I’m perched on three pillows on my computer chair so I can reach the keyboard. And it’s time to vote on some best-of Memphis stuff. So, have at it.
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