Today feels like a plane that's stuck on the runway. Meh.

So I have this potluck party tonight at Old Dancing Guy's house, which, I found out, is literally like eight minutes away from my place. SWEET. Fiddler and several of the Cellar regulars will be there, including this one French woman whom we'll call Giselle, even though that isn't her actual name. (Well, she's French-Swiss, and her dad's American, ( Read more... )

Sometimes I imagine all the authors I've given snotty reviews to on Amazon meeting up for dinner and all agreeing, "Jesus, what a cunt!"

In Flanders FieldIn Flanders fields the poppies blow ( Read more... )

So I talked to the 'rents and Mom was decidedly sweet and supportive (YAY!) and not still with the finger-wagging, and so I asked her and my stepdad, "Hey, I don't have to be anywhere, can I come home for Memorial Day weekend?" And they were happy about it and despite REALLY not having the gas money for it, I came down last night and then spent ( Read more... )

First up: for my queer friends and queer-supportin' friends, here's a hilarious video:

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The jealousy I have for not having thought of this first is ungodly.

( Boringness to follow soon. )

So, I knew about Alabama before I caught the cold, and then I spent a couple days dizzy and lying down, and then I got up and found out Osama Bin Laden's dead.

Maybe I should have been lying down watching CNN...

P.S. Also there was this big wedding in France or someplace. Anybody catch that?

I'm applying for a job at a local webvertising company that I'm not even remotely qualified for. They just sound like an awesome place to work for and in my cover letter I'm pretty much promising to give blowjobs and crap rainbows on a daily basis. Before lunch. Also to vomit perfectly-brewed French roast on command. Motherfucker, I can make a ( Read more... )

And by "new" I mean "I just found it myself, probably you've been reading it for the past 1,000 years". But still: behold, Between Those Things. I WANT THAT PIRATE BEDROOM, PEOPLE. LIKE, NOW.

The pretty! The unusual! The nifty! My brain is enchanted.

I have about twelve things to say about the earthquake/tsunami/total disaster in Japan, and most of them feel either obvious or empty or repetetive or beside the point in the face of such a thing, so let's all pretend I posted something touching and hopeful and then go donate to the Red Cross or charity of your choice ( Read more... )