Many many many of the people around me are living low these days, sleeping and drinking and stress eating and generally feeling withdrawn and weird about life as a whole. It’s weird; I enjoyed a string of fairly happy days late last week (due, mostly, to the brisk fall weather) but I’ll be honest, I’ve spent most of my time lately in bed, sleeping more than a person could ever need to, and feeling guilty…
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…
Y’all know there’s a 24-hour bowling alley in town, right? Just checking. Because this is what it looks like at 1 a.m. on a Sunday. Empty. I dunno. Just seems a little weird is all. Maybe it’s the lack of a bar. But enterprising folks could just sit out in the car and pass a bottle of champagne around before going inside, were the lack of a bar to seem intimidating. Just saying. Or maybe…
Thanks, chums, for the CDs. I dig, a lot. Today I’ve been a big sack of lazy. I don’t know why it is that on the one day a week when I have a crap ton of time to get stuff done, I lie around in pajamas the longest. Oh, wait, yeah, I do know. Because I am human. Hear me doze. Also, I spent the morning recuperating from last night’s inaugural Yarbro–Dill potluck, which…
Last night I sat on a comfy red couch with my pals Amy and Amanda and talked about all the hilarious things that had been yelled to us by people on the street during our times in cities. Amy shared stories about the leering/catcalling street folk Downtown, and Amanda told us about the time the ubiquitous aggressive white lady (you can see her from Downtown to East Memphis, if you pay attention) tried to get…
Remember this story? Well, the documentary is finally available. Here’s a clip (damn thing busted my frames!): Online Videos by Veoh.com “I immediately knew that this was just going to explode.” — Nick Fowler, famous journalist, former Sidelines editor, former MTSU Homecoming King candidate Download it from Veoh or see the whole thing here. It’s 45 minutes long, but it’s fascinating. It’s hilarious in parts (“the wilds of rural Tennessee!”) and brilliant in others, and…
Wow, time got away from me last week and I find myself at home, back in cat hair-covered pajamas, just as god herself intended it. My trip across the state and back was amazing, as I fully expected it to be. And exhausting, like any good roadtrip vacation. Aside from the insomnia Tuesday night that knocked me out of doing the Jack Daniel’s tour Wednesday morning, everything else was smooth sailing. Let’s see if I…
I’ll tell you how I know I’m getting old. Sunday night I spent some quality time with a magnum of pinot grigio and several episodes of My So-Called Life in the company of some of the funniest (and silliest-dressed) people I’ve ever met. There were rules. There were amendments. There was plaid and impossibly tall combat boots. There was angst. And I remembered how when that show aired, Jordan Catalano was the hotness. And yes,…
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…
This morning I find myself awake freakishly early (7 for me is like 3 a.m. to most normal people especially when I’ve been out late the night before; it’s just insane), the limits of my itch tolerance being pushed by the 49 mosquito bites I procured over the weekend. I am not exaggerating; I just counted. Sloppily; concentrating on each bite long enough was painful because bites start to itch once they remember that they…
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