November 2009
20 posts
Your Menstruating Heart
I’m fishing with my uncle. We don’t even have poles or a boat or anything, just a 30-pack of Tecate and a pond that looks like it’s time to call the plumber. We’re throwing Pringles in there but they’re not biting.
I ask him why he never had any kids, like kids of his own that would maybe like to go fishing with him, like a real father-son bonding thing? Like...
Being able to post something and get instant feedback is a big deal, and one of the reasons I’m still online after all this time. But, you know: You get twenty thoughtful responses and one crabby ad hominem and you’re going to obsess over the one, not the twenty.
I think that’s why much of what I read online these days feels so defensive. Because the naysayers are always a click...
“It’s like the movie has ultra-oxygenated blood and sleeps upside down in a...”
– Mary HK Choi on 2012
The Wedding Present / Kennedy
I just had a dream there was a Square Pegs reunion in my backyard. It was great! Everyone was there! Even Johnny Slash and he’s dead now. Sarah Jessica Parker was sort of aloof and only stayed for a couple of minutes but Jennifer Love Hewitt was very friendly and gracious, and she wasn’t even on that show.
Here I stand, sugar-stained and sure-footed.
snickr:
FlashForward is almost good, and tonight’s reason reminds me of the X-Files at their best. The genius is the episode formula: it starts when a proof of some recently discovered, horrible, usually monstrous, evolutionary hiccup, mutated murderer comes to the surface, and the mystery of him is solved and explained and the story being at least resolved with his being abducted by aliens, and...
The New Pornographers / The Bleeding Heart Show
True Story
We were playing spin the bottle in the parking lot and it pointed at Robby. When the girl was all ew he got mad and threw the bottle and it hit this guy coming out of the drug store. The guy dropped his plastic bag and out tumbled two boxes of Tampax and a bunch of Snickerses.
As usual Robby was instantly apologetic but the guy didn’t even get mad, he just sighed and picked up the bottle...
Um how exactly am I supposed to NaNoWriMo over here when Wikipedia won’t tell me what they called menopause in olden times?
