Author Archives: didofoot
How I learned to stop worrying and love my hair
A little while ago I decided to stop using shampoo, partly because I just read a random website swearing that it’s unnecessary, but mostly because I’m too broke to keep buying these expensive products if I don’t really need them. I thought I’d test it out and see whether my hair grossed itself up after … Continue reading
Escaping from Escape From L.A.
Warning: This entry is chock-full of spoilers, but they’re spoilers about an old and ridiculous movie. Last night the Lad and I rented Escape From L.A., the ill-conceived sequel to Escape From New York. Like New York in the original, L.A. is now designated a prison for undesirables after an earthquake turns the city into … Continue reading
“And the books she read, and the books that she said she read…”
“She herself was a victim of that lust for books which rages in the breast like a demon, and which cannot be stilled save by the frequent and plentiful acquisition of books. This passion is more common, and more powerful, than most people suppose. Book lovers are thought by unbookish people to be gentle and … Continue reading
“This is to make an ass of me…”
I was thinking about A Midsummer Night’s Dream yesterday. As fairies, Titania and Oberon exist outside of human morality: they have extra-marital affairs, fuck around with nature when they’re in a mood, and meddle in the lives of mortals whenever they like. Because they exist in an amoral paradigm, they are not punished for behaving … Continue reading
You know you’ve been working from home too long…
…when you find yourself standing alone in the kitchen having an imaginary conversation with Helena Bonham Carter. Out loud.
Love literacy? Love standing six hours a day?
I saw an ad on Craigslist this morning with the heading “Love the written word? Love jewelry?” Yes and yes. I clicked it open and found a jewelry store in search of a counter jockey. Why was this placed in the Writers section? Because the jewelry has lines of poetry written on it, and the … Continue reading
Cheeseburger/blow job
Lad: I was watching an episode of Frontline that claimed cheeseburgers and orgasms release roughly the same amount of seratonin into the brain. Didofoot: I am skeptical. Sean: Was it a gender-specific study? Didofoot: Good question, because that just doesn’t sound right to me. Sean: Whereas Gene and I are thinking, ‘Hm…cheeseburger…blow job…yes, that seems … Continue reading
Happy birthday to me (on Tuesday)
I turn 27 this week. (On Tuesday.) It’s big: it’s my bimodal peak. (On Tuesday.) Your Dido’s all grown This rhyme makes me groan And now it is your turn to speak. (Today or Tuesday.) Got a villanelle? A limerick? Haiku, couplet, free verse, two words that rhyme? I turn 27 tomorrow, and for my … Continue reading
The children’s crusade
Right now there’s a protest march of school children (with some chaperones) shouting their way through the little patch of Market Street we can see from our windows. Because they’re kids, with their shrill alien voices, it’s impossible to tell what they’re shouting about. It’s funny to think that these kids, or the marchers in … Continue reading
The colour of tea pudding
Last night, irritated by the peaceful sleep of the Lad, I said “Why do English people call all desserts ‘pudding’?” “I don’t know,” the newly-awake Lad responded gamely. “It’s like tea, I guess. Tea the meal, I mean.” “You know what’s funny,” I said, “is that young children don’t even get to drink tea with … Continue reading