When my family bought Saltillo Video v 1.0, it was housed in the old Saltillo Elementary School (where I went to kindergarten and first grade, before it was closed down and we were shifted to West Hardin) fourth, fifth, and sixth grade classrooms. You entered the store from the front porch, in a side door that was to the right (if you were exiting the school) of the school’s main entrance. Directly across the porch,…
At work, we get letters quite often from people complaining about random misspelled words in the paper. Because, you know, sometimes we misspell words. We’re not quite to the point where Super Intelligent Monkey Droids type up all the news. It’s still us lowly, mistake-prone humans. And, truly, we shouldn’t make mistakes. Ever. It’s annoying and it chips away at our credibility. But we do. Other papers do. Spellcheck doesn’t solve everything, and people rush…
I looked forward to the debut of “The Colbert Report” as much as the next schlep. But I hate to admit that I got distracted halfway through and stopped paying attention. It just didn’t hook me. And I love Stephen Colbert and every wild-eyed gesture he could possibly make. Don’t get me wrong — Stephen Colbert could make armpit farts and it would be far superior to anything Adam Carolla could muster. But I was…
Yuck. My throat hurts suddenly. The last time it hurt like this, I spent two weeks hocking green juice out of my windpipe. I blame Memphis and its skantastic air. Phil and I both have had non-stop sickness/allergy bouts since we moved here. When I sit at my desk at work, I keep a box of tissues right next to me because all I do is sniffle, sneeze, and wipe my watery eyes. People must…
I have sort of a three-month ritual required to get me in a festive mood for Christmas. In October, as Halloween nears, I have to get a pumpkin and carve it. If I don’t it throws the whole month off and I can’t get excited about Thanksgiving. And if I can’t get excited about Thanksgiving, Christmas is screwed. It’s a delicate process, but I’m trying to develop my own holiday customs. Anyway, I haven’t secured…
It was too nice to stay inside last night, so we went to the drive-in to see Waiting and, if we felt like staying, Into the Blue. Both were mostly about sex organs. Waiting had its funny moments, but was mostly bereft of a point, which is fine for mindless comedies. I laughed at Dane Cook’s fake piercings. I enjoyed Monty and his mom’s exchange of insults, and Serena and Monty’s fight. Mitch’s tell-off is…
I was thinking the other day about how interesting (and weird and scary and sad) it is that some of the most important things I own exist only in pixels. And I guess this is really the way of the future, and it doesn’t bother me all that much because I have access to the technology that makes it possible. Sometimes I miss having printed photos to hold (all of mine now sit quietly in…
Sometimes I swear to god I deserve whatever I get from my gullibility. This time next year I’ll have it all figured out, won’t I? And I won’t ever fall for stupid bullshit again. And people won’t take advantage of my good nature. And I will finally take charge of the variables in my life. And any tears I cry won’t be cried in anger at myself. And I’ll feel like my life is actually…
So lame. The Voodoo Music Experience continues its descent into crappiness: NIN is out, as are Queens of the Stone Age. I don’t really even like either band, but I know they’re big and would have been a major draw for the kids. The Neville Brothers will perform a free show, which is cool, but still. Memphis is like the bratty cracked-out red-headed stepchild of the South that gets shafted and then acts out on…
Memphis is playing host to the 34th annual Miss Gay America pageant this week. It might actually be fun to check out if it wasn’t so pricey. It’s $70 for the week, and something like $15 per event if you attend them separately. I figure I would enjoy a drag pageant more than I would a “real” female beauty pageant, because at least the drag queens acknowledge that they are “doing” femininity as an act;…
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