My eyes popped open at 8:19 this morning — an unheard-of occurrence — and rather than force myself back to sleep (okay, so I tried, but it didn’t work), I got up, put some pants on, and started working on the ol’ resumé. Just in case. I’ve been told by everyone I know that you should always keep an updated resume. And I haven’t touched mine in more than a year and a half. It…
This guy hit a raccoon today, along a residential part of a fairly busy street, cars whizzing by on either side. He had to pull his little red car to the curb, turn his flashers on, and cross the street to flag down a police car, because the raccoon wasn’t dead; it was twitching and turning round and round, trying to die, right there in front of this poor guy’s car. The guy looked distraught…
Do you ever go back and read your archives and have to struggle to reconcile your life now with what you’re reading about from your past? I mean, I go back and read the entries from my time in Murfreesboro when I worked at Dillard’s, and it seems like fiction. But it’s my life! And I can barely recollect any of it.
I can’t stop thinking about New York, and how I’ll be there in less than a week. I’ve compiled a list of things I’m particularly excited about. (Because lists help me get through every day with utmost efficiency.) • Upon seeing Amber, running like a freaking drama queen toward her for a reunion hug. • Seeing the house and meeting Pete the sommelier, who is, in four days, going to teach me everything I ever…
Midtown is dark right now. Some time after 11, my apartment went silent (all the fans just stopped; I hate a lack of fan noise). After an hour, I fretted about trying to take a shower; my bathroom gets no sunlight and I was afraid I wouldn’t have any hot water. But last night I was asked to come in early today for some sweet overtime action (we’re two designers short) and I wasn’t going…
This week’s installment of Laughable Sidelines Crap comes from prolific conservative columnist Matthew Hurtt (the two Ts make it extra painful). He does his readers the courtesy of outlining exactly what makes conservatives and liberals different, a topic never before explored throughout the annals of dumb student newspaper columns*. First up, this: The difference between liberalism and conservatism is liberals do what they want with little regard for others – conservatives do what is right…
The tornado sirens have finally stopped. A crack of thunder and a quick downpour woke me up not too long ago. And then the sirens. That’s always a bit disorienting as you’re waking up. I turned on the radio and the friendly accent-less weather service man said there was a tornado (or warning? I was still practically asleep) in Germantown, moving northeast toward Bartlett. Brandon, this could put a chink in your weekend plans. Sunday…
This is crazy. Carmex is going to start a branding blitz like it’s never attempted before. Carmex has started advertising, is launching new lines and even adding flavors such as cherry and strawberry in the fall. And, nutty as that may sound to those of us who’ve danced the Carmex dance of subtle-healing joy, this part of the story is even nuttier: Carmex user Wendy Caldwell figures she’s gone through about two tubes a month…
It’s late and I’m chewing emotional cud, thinking about how things are right now and how I want them to be eventually. And how confused I am about everything. And it’s tough, trying to convey all that turmoil here. I’ve done a lousy thing: Coming out of the blog closet (first one to say “blogset” gets a shiv to the jugular) and putting my name on this site has really made it difficult for me…
A love letter. I swear I’m working on my BOL segment. Please consider this graffiti on the side of the old Midtown (Memphis) Chicago Pizza Factory a photographic prelude to the wholesome cartoony goodness that will be in your mailbox later this month.
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