My dear LuMu posts today about how the horrible beast of capitalism has sunk its evil, disgusting claws into her soul. She’s purchased a running skirt. If I still lived next door to her I’d withhold all raspberry bar deliveries until she came to her senses and burned that shit.
We’ve (the adults in the house) been watching Sons of Anarchy on Tuesday nights. I cannot follow it, I cannot. The network of allegiances and enemies, the rules of the charter, the twisted motivations (who’s bad? who’s less bad?); I can’t keep any of it in my head from week to week. So when we… Continue reading tuesday night motorcycle club
It’s hard for me to muster a post longer than 140 characters, which then doesn’t, to my mind, warrant an entire post. I think in short bursts now when thinking about broadcast: Reading Frederick Douglass for Rhetorical Theory tomorrow…must be for the 10th time. Still is amazing. Sore from yesterday’s Hilly 6. My butt especially.… Continue reading twitter’s killed the blog
Big J plays hockey. You all knew that. He’s on a local in-house squirt team (squirt = 9-10 year-olds). He’d make the travel team in heartbeat, but the cost is double and the word “travel” means we’d be trekking as far as DE, MD, and NY (as well as all over PA) for games on… Continue reading small victory
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A piano. I’m not picky. A small console, used — free, even — as long as it can hold a tuning and the action isn’t too heavy. A Vic (AKA Garmin). This one is nice, but I’d settle for something cheaper or older, as long as it can tell me how far I’ve gone and… Continue reading a [short but not unsubstantial] christmas list
Please don’t call child protective services. Today the kids are off because of parent-teacher conferences. Since I have a strange teenager living in our house, I now am able to go to work without finding a babysitter on such days. Except today that teenager has the slime flu, or whatever, and so she’s laying in… Continue reading ten hours of cartoon network