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Sometimes I am funny ha-ha. Other times, I am funny peculiar. I treasure this balance. Which is good, because it’s involuntary and irreversible. Continue reading
Tag Archives: music
Heeeeeeeere’s Johnny!
I’m overloaded with politics for the week, so I’m going to talk about something important. Dogs. And the new one we seem to have acquired. Continue reading
The Coolest Giants Jacket You Ever Saw
Now, as for the birthday itself: very chill. I say that in the best possible sense. I’ve been working hard lately, so today I did nothing that I didn’t want to do. There was some work involved, in the form of an hour’s worth of book-thinking, but I love doing that, especially when I can combine it with drifting in and out of a nap. Continue reading
Theoretical Librarian
And here’s one for the Old School folks: Jean Marsh with a raygun. “Your Upstairs ’bout to be your Downstairs, bee-otch!” Cuz that’s how Jean rolls. Bad ass. Continue reading
The Evil One
My favorite thing to tell an angry child: “No, no, sweetie, we weren’t laughing at you — we were laughing ABOUT you.” My children refer to me only as “The Evil One”, and always in hushed tones. I like that. Continue reading
She’s the Magic Words
I just re-watched the original Bedazzled. She’s the magic words. Continue reading
Digging the Vintage Jams
I’m not exactly sure why, but I love this picture I just stumbled across. Continue reading
Blang-Blang Sounds
Had fun making blang-blang sounds with da boyz tonight. There’s just nothing quite like doing music. Of course, they’re all very silly, which is the best part. Loud and silly. Pretty much my autobiography. Continue reading
This House Is Clean
Frankie, the slightly chubby Chihuahua, has just returned after a madcap twenty minutes with his doggie brethren running up and down the fence of our property barking madly at nothing, making sure no falling leaves or squirrels have violated our borders. Continue reading
A Fab Shindig
Off to the airport. I may not get a chance to post for a few days — very busy trip. If not, remember me as I was, huge, tanned, heroic, and extremely sensible. Remember? Continue reading