I can't really think of anything non-snarky or pleasant to say about Mother's Day. Part of it is my own damn fault: I drank too much coffee after dinner last night, so I was up into the wee hours sewing and watching MeTV.  Now, that's not such an awful way to spend one's time staying up too late (especially since Paul Reubens AND Jonathan Winters ( Read more... )

WHY WHY WAS I PROGRAMMED TO FEEL PAIN?!

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This Craigslist freebie is so perversely tempting that someone MUST talk me out of taking it. We have enough loose paper and/or fire hazards around the apartment as it is.

In other news, I got flipped off this week by a piece of fucking plywood. PLYWOOD! 

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On the road Black Elk speaks to the mysterious stranger. Under the whirlwind the stranger lost Chicago getting things done.


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Dear iTunes:

"You cannot like or post an item to Ping about an item that is not currently offered in the iTunes store."

Really? REALLY?

Well, then. Maybe you should widen your selection to include more music from the Residents, iTunes!

Unless, of course, you've extended an offer to the Residents already but they want no part of your stinky business.  ( Read more... )

I'm thinking of making a chicken recipe for dinner called "Forty Cloves of Garlic". Now I just need to go out and buy 37 more cloves of garlic and I'm all set.