As another polar vortex slides into MN’s DMs, schools all across the metro area are cancelling classes for the next two days. And because parents apparently hate spending too much time with their children they’re…
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Day 54 of 200: One Last Task
I’ve been telling myself that I can go up to bed as soon as I write 200 words. That’s all I need to do. I’m still here pondering, stewing, wondering what 200 words I can…
Day 48 of 200: So I Had a Bad Day
To be honest, having a good day today wasn’t in the books. I knew this at 12:30 a.m. when I kicked Sully out of my bed for the first time. I’m not sure why the…
Day 5 of 200: Orange You Glad You Skipped This One?
I’m in a serious reading slump. I started and abandoned four books this week. Nothing holds my interest. I’m not holding out too much hope for the YA romance I started this morning. I might…
The Moratorium
I hate weddings. Despite this, I’ve cried at every wedding I’ve ever been to. This has nothing to do with why I hate weddings and more to do with trying to prove that I’m not…
The Problem with Dude Rock Interviewers & Learning to Not Apologize
Yesterday morning I spent an hour of my time listening to a Grantland podcast. These are the kinds of words I would never expect to say about myself. First, I am not a podcast listener…
Why I Hate Record Reviews
I’m going to use one review in particular to explain why it is record reviews are so often the very definition of suck. The review I’m using to illustrate my point is Time Out Chicago’s…
Reasons Jodi is Cranky: A Kind of Rip Off
Sadly, I don’t have a child I can exploit for humorous purposes. But I do have me, and when I saw Reasons My Son is Crying I laughed and then I thought I could totally…
Mashed potatoes & crunchy guitars
Bah. I’ve had a bad day. Okay it probably hasn’t been so much bad as annoying and cranky-making. I don’t want to use the badge bad day on this kind of day. You have to…
My New Year’s resolutions for the Internet: A bitchy list
My personal resolutions are vague and involve more: More naps, more leaving the house, more reading, more value for my own writing that isn’t being paid for by someone. I like vagueness, it’s harder to…