The local radio station, which promotes itself as 'family-friendly' and 'listen-at-work,' just aired a nasty, nasty ad by the national marriage council or some such thing. Before the ad, there was a disclaimer: "the following is a paid advertisement and does not reflect the view of this station or its employees ( Read more... )

I had wanted to write all sorts of insightful posts, or at least tell you all how much my buddy K rocks for giving us free concert tickets, which turned into really great upgraded tickets to see Sheryl Crow and James Blunt ( Read more... )

A week later, but whatever.

Last Friday, Lissa and I traveled down to CT to attend a spring concert featuring the world premiere performance of 2ndavemusic's setting, "Let Evening Come ( Read more... )

A local radio station is reporting that NY has legalized prostitution so that in the future our state officials won't get in trouble for hiring hookers.

The furious people calling in seem not to have looked at the calendar.

Thanks to Netflicks and LittleOne's abiding love for princess movies, we're currently in possession of Enchanted, which is the Disney movie I always wished they made when I was a teenager and just getting sick of st00pid fairy tales. It makes fun of every fairy tale cliche and breaks them all. It features a non-princess princess who learns to think ( Read more... )

One of the fun things about having a toddler (and a Netflicks subscription) is revisiting all the old Disney animated films one by one. The early ones are really awful. I guess Snow White and Sleeping Beauty are okay, but Alice in Wonderland and Pinocchio are disturbing, Dumbo is about humiliation and violence, Bambi is of course about the death of ( Read more... )

Seriously. I totally don't know what I did to deserve her.

For Christmas, Lissa got Husband and I tickets to the theatre. She "knew they were good tickets." What she didn't know was that they were *front row* tickets. As in, my legs got a little cramped because my knees were pressed up against the edge of the stage extension. I could see-- hell ( Read more... )

The song goes something like that, right ( Read more... )

I love it when an Oscar winner thanks her wife first. Especially when it's *her* wife.

I love that Melissa Etheridge was sitting in the front row, and when her name was called she gave her sweetie a big ole smooch, took the stage, and thanked her and her kids right off the bat, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Because, guess what ( Read more... )