In the summer of 1995 I was a twenty-three-year-old bridge-burning sassafrass totally high on the emotions she could incite with her writing. That was the summer I worked at the Eau Claire Leader-Telegram as an intern. It was also a few months before I really fell in love with The Replacements, because I used the money from the L-T to buy all their albums. One of my early assignments for the newspaper was to review a Paul Revere & The…
I HAVEN’T STOPPED TYPING IN CAPSLOCK SINCE ABOUT 9:05 P.M. WHEN MY WHOLE WORLD EXPLODED INTO RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS WITH THE NEWS THAT THE REPLACEMENTS WERE REUNITING. When the news hit my computer and phone couldn’t keep up. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many simultaneous chats, Twitter conversations, Facebook notifications, and texts at the same time. My fingers could barely keep up and people were all “are you breathing? are you freaking out?” AND ALL I COULD DO…
Once again I eschewed “Meet the Press” to do something else. This time it was running to the unSuperT to get some broccoli and, apparently, about $84 worth of other stuff. Two-dollars of that other stuff included chocolate peanut butter PopTarts. I’m moderately excited about this new breakfast food development. Not as excited as I was when I discovered peanut butter Cheerios, but way more excited than when Trix went back to regular ball shapes rather than the stupid fruit…
Each year for my birthday I usually get myself a ridiculous present. It’s usually something that I don’t need but really, really want. Over the years I’ve gotten myself a tattoo, an iPhone, and a beautiful blue bag. This year, I got myself some time and peace of mind. It is the best birthday gift I’ve gotten myself in a long while. For the first time in my freelance career I had to quit a client. It sucked. Hard. And…
Stephen King’s 11/22/63 probably could have been a cute, if cliched, little time travel romance novel if it’d clocked in at about 400 pages. Sadly, it comes in at over 800 pages turning it into an annoying, insufferable doorstop of frustration. Ugh. I’m of the belief that it takes a certain kind of arrogance to put readers through 800 pages of a story. Sure, some stories are that large and need that kind of expanse to really come to life….
If Paco had a theme song it would be “Needy Cat (The Humpty Hump Remix).” Paco and I have two very different philosophies when it comes to my left thigh. Me, being the keep of the thigh think I should be able to to do with that thigh what I want. Paco thinks that if I am not sitting down and that thigh is not really in use, it is his to do with as he pleases. Sometimes that’s just…
