- I have stopped dreaming about your children, Internet. - I can almost play a whole song without too much stumbliness on the feller’s baritone ukulele, which I stole/acquired a few weeks ago. - Yesterday, I actually said, “I cannot afford this,” in the face of a basically irresistible handbag. Personal growth!
All Things Home
It’s been a long couple days, and I stayed at the feller’s last night. We are back chez moi tonight after a long, fun dinner with friends. He got in bed and asked where Bear was. I said, “You have to make kissy noises, and then she’ll turn up!” He said, “I know! I DID!” She was hiding under the bed. Bear and Lily were both a bit stressed and overexcited...
Having A Real Job
Means I no longer have any idea as to what’s going on on the Internet. Do you know what happened today? I didn’t login to Facebook. Not once. And I didn’t even realize it till just now. But when was I gonna do that? During my all-day meetings? During my precious, stolen moments between them, when I read and respond to my WORK EMAIL? During the 10 minutes in which I scarfed...
I Am As Excited For SMASH As The Next Nerd, But!
KATHARINE! HEY GIRL! WHOA, WHOA, NO, I’M NOT TRYING TO ATTACK YOU! OR INVADE YOUR PERSONAL SPACE! I PROMISE! YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL VOICE! JUST PUT YOUR ARMS DOWN WHEN YOU’RE SINGING SOMETIMES! IT’S JUST SINGING! [images via here, here, here, and here]
When The Feller Isn't Here, I Do Things Like
- Eat $5 footlongs for dinner. - Refer to bedtime as “catpile.” - Watch all the Parenthoods. - Refer to my waking state as “this nonsense factory.” - Talk about supply and demand with Futt as it relates to DCriss vs. Nicky Jonas as J. Pierrepont. - Piddle around endlessly. Piddle piddle. Piddle.
The Man Cannot Say The Words Baltimore And...
This morning, the feller and I watched the episode of The Wire where (NO SPOILERS, I PROMISE), McNulty goes undercover as a “British” john to bust a prostitution ring. And y’all, they barely let him get 5 words out in his British accent. I know he’s supposed to be McNulty and all, and that McNulty is supposed to be absolutely terrible at everything other than policing...
Thoughts On A Tiny Commute
As I have maybe mentioned, my new job is just two express stops away from my house, so all told, I’m on the subway for 6.5 minutes each way. It’s a delight. These are some really crowded stops at rush hour, so I very rarely sit down and am usually just sardined in, standing up, in the mornings. Not a problem because, again, I’m barely there long enough to get uncomfortable. ...
I love Planned Parenthood. They do amazing work. They should not be bombed or put out of business. They should continue to help people live the way they want to live, they should continue to EDUCATE people, old white guys have no place in my uterus or that of any woman in this country, etc. etc. But. I’ve never gotten a call from them. I have donated online. I have fwded petitions and...
Wallace Vincent Alexander
If the above young man looks familiar to you and you are very new to The Wire, Friday Night Lights, or Parenthood and scared of spoilers, do not read on. That is all. Let’s JUST PRETEND that Wallace doesn’t get shot three times by his friends. Let’s JUST PRETEND that he stays at his grandma’s down the shore. But then she dies and he gets shipped to Texas to live...
Things I Learned This Weekend
1. Someday, Andrew will be throwing my bachelorette party. A good time will thus be had by all, even those disinterested in parties bachelorette. 2. When too lazy to dirty a pan for grilled cheese, just make two slices of cheese toast and slap ‘em together. 3. Professional Bull Riding is terrifying and awesome. 4. The Rockefellers gave me a lawn at the Cloisters. 5. Nearly everyone I...
I just turned on the TV, which I left on Food Network a few days ago, and awful nonchef Lisa the HungryGirl lady is making hot dog nachos. I INVENTED THIS! IN APRIL! MINE ARE BETTER! Also she just put hers under the broiler to get her fat free cheese “all gooey and melty.” Come on, lady, we know those aren’t properties that fat free cheese can have.
That Babe In My Tumblr Pic
In the pink dress? That’s my mom, and today is HER birthday! So tell her happy birthday, if you know her. If you really wanna creep her out, you can tweet at her, and she will be super confused by who all of these people are. Happy Birthday, Jams!
Look, I’m not great internet friends with gorillasushi or jezebelthegreat, but I have followed the former since the beginning of tumblr time, so I am HIGHLY PLEASED that it looks like they are going to have their baby, who is basically the internet-fame version of Beyonce and Jay-Z’s baby, on my birthday. January 4 is a really good day to get born, y’all. I’M TALKING TO...
This Sort Of Silly Book Review I Wrote A Zillion... →
Thanks mostly to the efforts of Sarah Beth, Librarian, I have put my butt back on Goodreads as a way to manage my to-reads and sort of remember what I have read. Is the list of what I have read complete? Of course not! Will it ever be? Also of course not! But Goodreads is still a great tool for keeping track of things when you feel like you need to. I have so many books to read!! Anyway, go be my...
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