Archive for September, 2007

Cult of Bill Granger, Continued

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

Scones make me happy. Scones call to mind drizzly days, Earl Grey tea, and Jane Austen novels. (Which, to some of you, might more closely resemble the bowels of a fiery hell. Jane Austen has that affect on some people. But I bet you wouldn’t turn down a nice, fresh scone piled with cream and [...]

I Just Changed Your Life

Monday, September 24th, 2007

Unless you don’t like bananas. In which case, I can’t help you. I’ve been using all my charisma to create a cult of Bill Granger, he who makes lobster sandwiches seem a perfectly reasonable lunch plan. By “all my charisma” I mean “shoving my cookbooks into the hands of any who enter my kitchen and [...]

When Disorganization Can Mean Jail Time

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Last night I made a voodoo doll of a San Francisco police officer. Then I made the voodoo doll stub its toe. Repeatedly. Why this passive aggressive anger toward the fine men in blue? FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK. Did you know that a combination of disorganization and clerical error can get you fingerprinted on 7th [...]

If You Want to Impeach Bush, Don’t Wear Green Pants

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

Politics and I don’t mix. Mainly because I tend to hurl glassware when I hear George Bush’s voice. I look at politics the way I looked at the boys on the other side of the gym during middle school dances – vaguely intriguing, not yet sure if they’re cootie free, but fairly certain they don’t [...]

Vegetarians, Hide Your Eyes

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

I am highly adept at feeding myself. I can google “fried chicken, San Francisco” with the best of them. I smear cheese on crackers like a pro. But Mother Nature kicks my wallet-wielding, cracker chomping ass. We were in Oakland a few weeks ago, sipping alcohol on the back porch when a family of turkeys [...]

Money Talk Certainly Encourages the Abuse of Caps

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007

I don’t make a lot of money. I never have, except for a five month stint in corporate America after college where I wore an itchy suit and chewed up pillows in my free time because I hated life so much. Eventually I picked the goose feathers out of my teeth, handed in my resignation, [...]

Faults, Illustrated

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

My faults aren’t really illustrated. I don’t have drawings or photos of them. Though I’d love to own a camera that catches people’s faults, and not just the patently obvious ones, like when you’ve buried your nose in a pint of chocolate chip ice cream and look up, chocolate crusting the corners of your mouth, [...]