General
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
This entry is only for Buffy fans. Seriously.
I guess it’s inevitable that in seven seasons of Buffy, Joss Whedon was going to make a few errors of logic. I usually run crying to Michele when I find one, but today I’ve decided to run crying to the internet. Why? Because Michele is busy. So here’s my problem: we know the first slayer … Continue reading
What I really want for my birthday
Last night over dinner, I said “You know what are small and cute and not yappy but still a perfect size for an apartment? Beagle puppies.” “Nope,” said the Lad. “I don’t want to live with an animal in my home.” Later on that night I got down on all fours and crawled around being … Continue reading
My raincoat to little girls
What tickles me is seeing how many freelance writing ads on Craigslist offer “exposure” in place of “salary.” Fellas, if I wanted exposure I’d be opening my raincoat to little girls. What I want is rent money. I am a cab driver in a virtual city, see? There are thousands of us. Some of us … Continue reading
Little House in the Big City
We had the first rain of the season in the city today. I sat gloomily at the window, wrapped in a blanket, thinking of soup. At the first hint of being housebound for a season I am already worrying. Are we in the right place? I’m thinking of Amsterdam, trotting through the cold streets, into … Continue reading