When I am Queen of the World, UPS will be required to use doorbells so that no one ever has any reason to drive down toward the airport amid the depressing industrial squalor on Airways/Brooks/etc. to pick up a package — as instructed on the handy sticky note stuck to the door right beside the doorbell, which was never once rung during the three attempts to get the package to its rightful owner, who sat…
Today FearlessVK (we totally call each other by our blog pseudonyms) and I sat and watched Aidan get his ass kicked by some crows and then try to kick the shit out of some Sunflower-farming family. The movie was full of loud gotcha! moments but I realized long before we made it out on the street to try and deconstruct — even barely — what the hell had just happened that The Messengers was going…
(For Feb. 10) Memphis isn’t the prettiest city in the world, but, well, it’s something to look at. Project 365
Ever heard of a pink navel orange? Me either. But I accidentally bought four for 50 cents each and when I cut into one the other day, I was all, Crap! I hate grapefruit!, thinking I had misread the sign. But it didn’t smell like grapefruit, and it had a thick rind like a navel orange. So I bit into it and whaddyaknow it tasted just like a navel orange. It was just pink. Odd,…
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