FFJ & I sat on the bench outside the dog grooming place next to the Thai food place that I love. The sun was bright and neither of us were ready to get back to real life. We talked about men, drinking, Arrested Development, and if it means I’m a cougar now because I’d rather bone Michael Cera instead of Jason Bateman. We also spent a lot of time talking about what a Fucks-A-Lot Care Bear would look like. I…
“Meet the Press” was kind of designed for me this morning. Rep. Keith Ellison (D-MN) was on talking about the bullshit targeting of Muslims in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing. Amy Klobuchar (D-MN) was part of the roundtable along with Joaquin Castro (D-TX) and Chuck Todd (who I adore). Plus, Chuck Todd asked if they could contractually talk about Conan O’Brien yet, because Conan was damn funny at the White House Correspondent’s dinner. Aces all around. After “Meet…
So, if you know me you’d probably agree that for the most part I’m kind of a curious cynical skeptic with a dash of conspiracy theorist thrown in for good measure. Only my conspiracy theories usually involve companies and how everything is a marketing ploy and not so much nefarious deeds by the government. I mean, we all know that government is up to all kinds of nefarious deeds all the time, right? Have you seen Congress lately? rimshot. For…
What a strange, lovely book this is, Terry Tempest Willams’ When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice. Part memoir, part feminist essay, part poetry, and part environmental screed, Williams’ book defies easy summarization, which is what made it such an enjoyable read. On her deathbed, at the age of fifty-four, Williams’ mother says she is leaving her daughter all her journals. Apparently, this is a Mormon culture thing. Women have babies and keep journals. The only caveat is that…
So I got up at the crack of 8 a.m. which is much later than I wanted to get up but two days of getting up at 6 a.m. takes toll on a gril who likes to not get up that fucking early, but, you see, Walter the early-rising dog loves 6 a.m. So I took Walter out ASAP because he really had to go and I really had to get going if I was gonna make it home in…
Because Alt-J sucks, I turned off broadcast television at about 10:45 last night. Conan needs to hire me to select bands for his talk show. I would not pick Alt-J. Ever. When I woke up this morning to six inches of snow & a manhunt in Boston I made the executive decision to avoid as much “news” as possible. I get an A+ for avoidance. To maintain my grade I finally caved and purchased “Grace of My Heart” which is…
