So I'm almost positive, even though it's only Tuesday, that this week has it in for me. It's the kind of week that, on the weekend before it begins, you can sit there staring at your appointment book and know that it's going to be rough, but hope, in the roughness, for a few moments of gentle, coddling TLC. Right now at this rate, it appears that ( Read more... )

Like Biffy Clyro and Sucioperro? Marmaduke Duke is Simon and JP's side project together. Marmaduke Duke - Rubber Lover

(con't from here)

It was 1993, when I was thirteen and he was older than I could even imagine being, before I got up the courage to do anything other than duck my head shyly and shuffle quickly by.

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I have recently discovered that mangoes are a glorious snack food.  They are not, however, good date food.  Like chicken wings, it is impossible to eat an entire mango in one sitting like a lady unless you spend half an hour cutting it into tiny manageable slices.  Impossible.  I was going to tell a story about how I took a mango to bed with me to ( Read more... )

In a further effort to regain my lost intelligence, not only have I started getting up to speed on all the movies I have missed the past couple years, but I've also been tearing through books as quickly as I can get my hands on them.  When I was down in Dallas we made a trip to Half Price Books, or something like that, where I found delightful ( Read more... )

I have a note here on my desk -- where I have millions of notes written on scrap pieces of paper containing bizarre and arcane errant thoughts -- that simply says snow.  I'm not sure what to make of this seeing that it's been snowing solid here for two days.  Is it a reminder to shovel the snow?  To watch the pretty snowflakes fall?  Is it a ( Read more... )

So I got my hair cut on Friday, both because I had a gala event that involved little black dresses and heels, and also because it had been months and I was beginning to resemble Chewbacca.  Not that I have anything against Chewie, but when you've got to go up on stage in front of a couple hundred people, it's best that you don't look like a Wookie ( Read more... )

He smiles as the bells chime at Banger Abbey. Old Man Morris at the Dempsey St. station, waiting for a train that will not come today. Plaid bow tie, silver thermos and a smile; always a smile for the commuters in car number fourteen.

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If anyone knows where I can get an attractive pair of size 12-13 flats in the next week and that won’t cost me my left kidney in barter value, let me know because I’m dying here.

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This weekend was a weekend of finally-s.

I finally got my iPhone, and am trying desperately not to turn into one of those wankers that feels the urge fiddle with it every two seconds. But man they sure are purdy. Given my extreme disregard for the well-being of personal electronics, I dished out some extra cash for an Otter Box, which, if I still ( Read more... )