It's official: with an iPhone in my bra, I will take pictures of anything.

( Anything, you say? )

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It's Hell Week at work (the week of Thanksgiving is brutal in the grocery business). I'm fairly brain dead and expect that that will be the case until Thursday, but I wanted to at least get off my butt and post my pictures from Saturday day:

( Mad Mex with n0thingman )

It took a couple of hours' worth of searching through old issues of The New Yorker, but I found it. My Mother and I had posited that since I got the tattoo done when I went to visit bishopjoey in San Francisco in the early months of 1995, and I found the drawing when I was visiting my parents in Pittsburgh at some point (obviously) before then, then it was ( Read more... )

Kill me. Kill me now.

My letter to the editor is in today's Post-Gazette. It's actually the wrong letter. The story is long and stupid and involves committees and miscommunications and Antiochians just generally being Antiochians. 'nuff said ( Read more... )

OK, here's the deal:

It's my birthday next week. Much as I love having birthday parties, it doesn't appear to be happening, as I have a teeny tiny apartment, I no longer have a boyfriend with a big house, and, for bonus points, my birthday is the day before Thanksgiving, thereby practically guaranteeing that everyone will already be busy anyway ( Read more... )

The pictures:

( Me and Debbie on our birthday* )

Yes, I went to see Rent. You knew I would. I knew I would ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving Day and The Co-op is closed. Hallelujah ( Read more... )