Monthly Archives: July 2007
The Dark Angel drinking game
Every time Logan says “genetically engineered killing machine,” take a drink. Every time the central story line is interrupted by wacky bike messenger hijinks having nothing to do with anything, take a drink. Every time the central story line becomes wacky bike messenger hijinks, take a drink. Every time Max must pretend to be a … Continue reading
Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the useless-est girl in the room
Our toaster oven has been gradually dying for a while, and yesterday it gave up the fight for good. “Can you fix the toaster?” Gene asked me pleadingly. I am pretty sure he was kidding around, but I happened to be re-reading Y: The Last Man* at the time and suddenly I was flooded with … Continue reading
Bachelorina
On Saturday, six of us went on a limo tour of the wine country for Marina’s bachelorette party. As maid of honor, Michele was in charge of putting this business together, and — as you can see from the photos — she did a bang-up job. Six hour limo trip, wine tasting fees, two hotel … Continue reading
Tarragon and Five
Last night I dreamed up a skinny Labrador puppy and named her Five. The Moms thought I should name her Tarragon, but when I asked my new dog she told me I had guessed right, her name was indeed Five. I have yet to dream a dog who stays properly silent. Who are all these … Continue reading
Still smarting (off)
I went to a party for gay black people on Friday night. Everyone was so nice to me, but I still felt like a sore thumb. (Willow: But do they really? Stick out? I mean, have you ever seen a thumb and thought, “Whoa, that baby is sore”? Xander: You have too many thoughts.) Later … Continue reading
At dinner last night
“So what exactly is the event horizon?” Aaron asked. “Science,” Gene said, using many more words. “About eight p.m.,” I said.