In case you were wondering, here is my stance on pandas: I just can't get behind any animal that is facing extinction because it gets too sad to fuck. Much like when Def Leppard's drummer lost an arm, I think that's the universe telling you it's time to give up the game. I know it's a harsh stance to take, but if the pandas can't... Read More
My life has been moving very slowly lately. It's nice. Long, leisurely, all-day drives through the mountains and trees; conversations that go on, mostly uninterrupted, for three days; long stretches of contemplative silence; a chance to learn, to ponder, to unwind the pent-up backlog of everything that's collected in the corners of my brain over the past thirty-four years.
A few months ago, I had a mole removed from the back of my right hand. My great-grandfather had melanoma; it's best to be safe about these things.
Long story short, when the little round patch of skin healed some of the melanin bled back in, leaving a mark that looks remarkably like a little mustachioed face on the back of my hand. It looks... Read More
While on the way to pick up my husband from work, I glanced in the rear-view mirror. In the car behind me was a little blonde girl giving herself a haircut. Not even just trimming her bangs while the car was stopped at a light, which would have been appalling in it's own right. She was driving with her elbows as far as I could... Read More
Thank you! I actually saw a pair of Coach shoes on the back of a magazine, and instantly thought, "I'm not a shoe person, and I'm poor, but I want those shoes." A week later, Casper and I were walking through a Ross, and I found a black and white knock-off version (what I wore in my set) for $14. Yay!
"Why do they give everything on the menu such weird names? Why can't they just call it 'salad with chicken'? I think it's because they want to make us say silly things."
Yes, you idiot, different languages evolved for centuries all over the world, just so you would have to say silly things in restaurants.
Two out of two people on my sofa agree: Kevin Conroy should always be the voice of Batman, even if that means they dub him over Christian Bale's acting.
Mine was a mole that was increasing in size so I figured it should probably go. Having a tiny mustachioed man on my arm sounds better than the possible alternatives.
My husband woke me up in the middle of a Nyquil haze to ask me what I wanted for dinner:
"Do they make pudding that's meat flavored? That sounds really good right now."
"Ah, no. I don't believe they do."
"Oh, okay. I don't care, then. Nothing too crunchy."
He came home with clam chowder with oyster crackers and rice pudding, which was exactly perfect.
I don't know how I could get a cold. I never leave the house. Damn germs. I might have to seal up the windows.
Not only do I have a rotten cold, but I have a completely insatiable craving for pudding, and a Jewel song stuck in my head. I would like someone to come and shoot me now. Or at least bring me some... Read More