I lost my job last week. Being me, this has set off a fresh batch of noisy lemurs in my head. Some are lolling about smoking pipes and making random gestures with their little paws, some are fighting rabidly, some are donning wire frame glasses and sharpening pencils. Mostly though, the lemurs are discussing if [...]
If you’ve been blogging for awhile and your organizational system resembles mine, you know the horrifying detritus that collects in the drafts folder. Mustering the courage to dive into the wormhole means wading through bits and pieces of your life, previously forgotten or deemed unsuitable for public consumption. Do you hit the delete key with [...]
Weather, Uncooperative: Indian summer is tampering with my ability to get things done. Staring at a computer screen is both soul-rending and physically torturous when the sun is shining and tank tops are a valid wardrobe choice. Does that smack of clawing for weak excuses for going to the park instead of working? It does? [...]
After feeling stuck for so long, I should be happy about all the shifting over here in my little hallway-shaped corner of the world. BUT SHIFTING IS UNCOMFORTABLE, YO. Especially when you use the word yo, a vocabulary addition that really doesn’t sit well on someone so painfully Anglo-Saxon. Without stranding you in the oozing [...]
Cabin fever is marked by an irrepressible urge to sing “Oh, my darling! Oh, my darling! OH, MY DARLING CLEMENTINE!” at the top of your lungs, pausing to pick up one large, boat-like boot and brandishing it for emphasis during the rousing chorus of “And her shoes were number nine!” You can also recognize cabin [...]
My ability to be charming and coherent is probably significantly impeded by the wasting plague I’ve contracted, but here I am anyway. For reference, the wasting plague is more commonly known as the average head cold, but what’s the fun in a head cold? Nothing like a little light melodrama and combing Facebook for a [...]
I’m not very good at dreaming. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m quite accomplished at imagining Paco the cabana boy and all the strawberry daquiris he’s going to bring me as I languish by the hot tub. Every so often he fans me with peacock feathers and asks if I need more guacamole. Jeeves, the [...]
I’ve never been to Las Vegas as an adult. The first time I set foot in the City of Sin, my parents (as I recall) dumped my brother and me at Circus Circus while they went out and lost my college tuition. That’s not true. I went to college anyway. They just had to sell [...]
Nothing says Bacchanalian Fete like feeling the space between the hammock where you’re gently rocking and the ground below abruptly disappear. And nothing cushions the blow to your spine better than several glasses of red wine. Please note the culprit preparing to flee as Emily and I gather our scattered wits. Manda would later claim [...]
