Author Archives: didofoot
Fun with TV
Gene: Wait, what’s Buffy doing here? I thought you were watching Angel. Kris: I am. It’s a crossover episode. Sometimes one of them comes to the other one’s show and it’s called a crossover. Gene: Oh. Angel: Dammit, Buffy, you can’t just come into MY town… Gene: …on MY show, and start throwing your weight … Continue reading
Restoring Law and Order in Iraq
Today, the Chronicle reported on American soldiers’ efforts to bring safety and security to the people of Iraq: A platoon sergeant warned [an Iraqi family] that the kidnappers might be back to finish the job and that the Americans could not provide permanent guards. […] “If I were you, I’d sit in here with a … Continue reading
Go lie down, stupid.
Me: I mean, I’m just starting to wonder what’s the point of trying to launch this writing career. What’s the point of trying to be a writer, you know? Gene: Uh huh. Me: Or of anything really. If we’re just going to die. Eventually. What is the point of doing anything. Gene: Uh huh. Me: … Continue reading
I don’t have time to fool around with you circus animals
I’ve got my first assignment for the new paper. (Which will not replace the old paper, never fear. Dogz 4 Lyfe!) I’ll need to do three interviews for this article, which of course scares the hell out of me. All interviews scare the hell out of me. Seriously, journalism is maybe the worst idea you … Continue reading
And my shoes were scuffed
I keep thinking back to an interview I had, back when I was looking for an administrative job. The interview was at a temp agency, and the woman who “interviewed” me spent most of our conversation making comments about my wardrobe. “When you come in for an interview, you need to dress appropriately.” I was … Continue reading
It sounded cooler last night
This is the poem I wrote in my dream last night: Although we like wine so much better, We can’t deny water is wetter. …Still working on those articles.
Zen Sex
Our friend comes over. “Who’s reading Zen Sex?” he asks.* “I’ll give you three guesses,” I say. “Gene?” he guesses. “No.” “Gene?” I laugh. “No.” “Gene?” “…Yes.” We both laugh. We both pause. “Really?” he says. This post was brought to you by me having two articles due tomorrow. *It was on sale for two … Continue reading
Eggs, germs, and a line of cape-wearing Goth kids
I had one of those perfect days yesterday, where food and weather and mood and sports and friends combine to make exactly the right kind of happiness, so good that I don’t even mind coming down with this death cold everyone seems to be passing around. Favorite moments from yesterday’s pre-Easter picnic: Gene spent some … Continue reading
Beers for Fears
I got liked on by a cute boy at Safeway today. I was wearing my most flattering dress, which might account for it, or perhaps he was admiring my choice of Safeway Select brand mayonnaise. “That is a thrifty girl,” he might have been thinking, “and thrift is totally hot.” At least I was not … Continue reading
Ch-ch-changes
Since living with Gene, my habits have changed to suit his lifestyle. Here are just three examples of the old Gene and the new me: 1. Gene has long been a proponent of generic purchases; I still feel brand loyalty, but my loyalty is now exclusively reserved for Safeway Select products. I even purchase Safeway … Continue reading