Grace is playing a computer game.
Grace: I can't pay attention to you now, fire-breathing frog. Zombies are attacking my escort.
Me: I wonder how many times that's been said in all of history.
Mom: If it has been, it was probably said by a Republican senator.

In the tradition of this entry, I bring you my current desktop picture.


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Grace's description of Neoptolemus, of Trojan War fame: "Imagine the meanest thug from middle school; now give him diplomatic immunity, unlimited credit, and a machine gun."

Great new idea for a restaurant!
"Shantih: the Pizza that Passes Understanding"

Edit: Come on, someone has to get this joke.
Edit edit: Any T.S. Eliot fans in the house?

Granny panties are unattractive. Granny boots are really hot. What gives?

In playwriting today, we made a six-by-five grid, in which we randomly placed five adjectives, five adverbs, five verbs, five nouns, three exclamations, two colors, two "I"s, and three words of our choosing. We then read our grids as monologues. Here's mine ( Read more... )

I wish I were already a well-known writer, so that I could more publicly refuse to support Roman Polanski.

Watching "The Wrestler" and "The Green Mile" back-to-back is a real downer.

In this world there is not enough guacamole and too much Glenn Beck.

So, I woke up at 7:30 for some reason, and rather than going back to sleep like a normal person, I decided to stay awake to make banana muffins in honor of Father's Day. I typically make banana bread, but I'll admit this was a bit quicker. Would have been quicker still if I had assembled all the ingredients before I'd started baking, and ( Read more... )