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 do a tumblr just like that only it would be about me, because of the aforementioned childlessness. I cry a lot. In fact, I have started that post about 88 times but then never finished it because I am fickle and easily bored. Also today…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: Recapturing the Dream Edition
Woke up to the beeping of the coffee maker, the beep that means it’s turning off because I slept through the beep that meant coffee was ready. I ignored the beep and squeezed my eyes shut hoping to go back to the dream. The dream that involved making out with a scruffy Joshua Jackson (Pacey from “Dawson’s Creek”) in someone’s messy kitchen. It was the kind of dream where I could feel his hands pulling my hips toward him, his…
Tator Tots for Lunch & Other Stream-of-Consciousness Tales
As I type there are tator tots in my oven that I will be eating for lunch. If I weren’t so busy spewing about on Twitter about Fonzie & fuckable unreliable narrators, I would be marching in front of the oven watch the timer countdown. I’m really fucking hungry. This is the week of the month where I indulge in every crap food I decide to crave. It’s the part of the deal with being a woman: lower pay, multiple…
This is a Light that Never Goes Out
Warning: Unmitigated, unapologetic gushing ahead. I loved every single sentence in every single paragraph on every single page of Rainbow Rowell’s young adult novel Eleanor & Park. I loved it with the irrational and all-consuming love of a sixteen-year-old girl, which is apropos because Eleanor and Park are a couple of sixteen-year-old weirdos from the wrong side of the Omaha tracks. Park’s a mixed-race kid whose mom is Korean and whose dad is from Omaha. He feels his otherness acutely…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: The Easter Edition
Did I tell you about how I’m probably not smart enough to own a modern TV? No. Well, at 6:30 Tuesday morning I stumbled downstairs for coffee and some Charlie Rose before The Tibbles’ 7 a.m. arrival. When I clicked on the TV it was nothing but static-y snow. After punching through a few channels I landed on one that said my TV wasn’t ready for Comcast’s digital improvements. Considering my TV is four years old I was a little…
Greatest Hits According to Me: Neko Case
Because the main character in the longish fiction piece I’m working on is a female rockstar, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to listen to women who sing. Now, I like a lot of female singers. Love a lot of them, even. But my ear’s internal bias seems to be toward the male voice, which makes me kind of sad. My last.fm is a ridiculous sausage fest, with Liz Phair the only woman in the Top 10. Then you…