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I'm like Costco. I'm big, I'm not fancy, and I dare you to not like me.
I don't know why, but this year I'm in love with fall. I want it to be cold out when I leave for work. Perhaps I have a brain tumor.
I took photographs at Walking Shadow's donor/board member party on Tuesday. Besides having a fantastic theater company with a very interesting season coming up John and Amy are the first people to ever pay me with ( Read more... ) -
The Giraffe!
I went to Burning Man! It was a 32 hour drive out there. Very long, but not as long as you might think. Expectation has a lot to do with whether or not a long road trip is soul crushing. I personally like driving, especially when I have someone neat to do it with, and Ian is a great travel companion. He's cheerful, agreeable, will listen to a lot ( Read more... ) -
Somebody tell me what my plans were for tomorrow?
I've forgotten. -
Help me fulfill my destiny
An internet hunt: I will buy/cook dinner or send cash for anyone who can find me the old episode of Conan O'Brien that had the worlds fastest menorah, a rocket powered fruitcake, bungee jumping baby jesus, Kermit the frog vomiting egg nog, and Kevin Spacey throwing a chair in anger ( Read more... ) -
I am large, I am needy
Things have been strange. My work trip to Chicago was fun-wrecked by a case of vertigo that I've now been the proud owner of for over a week. It makes me weave and walk like a drunkard and feel like I want to pass out when I bend forward for any reason. So far, no one thinks it's a brain tumor. The closest thing to a likely diagnosis is Unilateral ( Read more... ) -
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Last Thursday while driving to the second passover seder at my parents house, there was a lady in a jeep behind me who was on methamphetamines at the time or wished she was on them. She was probably 30 somthing, had no teeth, was twitching, having tics, and looking around suspiciously while swerving. For some reason, it caused a disproportionate ( Read more... ) -
Lucy is disappointed in my lack of writing things down.
For those who shop at thrift stores, you know the certain train-wreck aspects of buying other people's old clothes. After a session in the Value Village dressing room, I have to go home immediately and shower because I smell like the bodies of 30 strange women without the fun of a lesbian gang bang ( Read more... )
