Fountain of Youth (Is Full of Wine)

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

I love doing utterly random things. When those things include Super Official Science-y Guys telling me Super Official Science-y Things that are pretty much exactly what I want to hear, with free, practically-mandated wine afterward – well, all the better. Theory of Longevity, As Displayed by Worms, Some of Which Eat Fried Twinkies In the [...]

Now I Will Go Eat All The Bagels In All the Land

Friday, April 30th, 2010

My ass has been well and thoroughly booted. I’ve taken this bikram yoga class four days in a row now, and after each one I stagger out of the room, scarlet of face and dripping of body, and proceed to stare blankly at the row of lockers, wondering where I am and what exactly just [...]

No One’s Lips are that Red, Faux Vamp or No

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

The funeral was lovely. We stuffed the deceased with cornbread and brined it in booze. I should mention that my use of “we” is somewhat misleading, as all I did was nap and demand more hot chocolate. I also played Scrabble with my mom, something I enjoy because she lets me get away with words [...]

If God Really Is a Big Chicken, Colonel Sanders is Screwed

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

You know your dietary standards are slipping when you walk into the kitchen at work, see a large chocolate sheet cake, and think, “Ooh! Breakfast!” One unexpected downside to letting myself eat whatever I darn well please for a few months is I start thinking traitorous thoughts like: “Maybe a lean cut of chicken and [...]

He Didn’t, By the Way

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

Going to a two-hour dance class when you 1) have been sick for the past week, 2) haven’t danced in a year and a half, and 3) haven’t done ANY real exercise in the past year and a half, come to think of it, and why are my muscles so floppy and wizened? is possibly stupid. Or [...]

Brain Wants Mac and Cheese

Monday, June 16th, 2008

When I was four, I had the great honor of being a flower girl. According to my mother, I was so excited that I gave myself a fever. Yes, I actually made myself physically ill from the glee of wearing a flouncy dress. She thought I’d be kicking up my little patent leather heels at [...]

Christened by the Countess

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

If you’re dithering over whether or not to buy that felt mustache you’ve been eyeing, I highly recommend whipping out the Mastercard. Villians, cads, and scoundrels.   I had a small, informal housewarming party last week. Small because if I put on a full-blown bash, guests would have to come in shifts. Informal because I invited my friends over [...]

Billy Idol Called. He Wants His Hair Back.*

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

What you don’t want to hear when you walk into work with new hair: “Did you lose a bet?” My hair is now very, very blonde. In fact, I kind of look like this. Only more yellow. And less male. Speaking of awesome yellow things, did you know that you can make fried chicken with [...]

I Shall Save the World With My Dog and Some Cheese

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

In my world, friends mean food. Only with less implied cannibalism. But, really, doesn’t everything mean food? Finish a paragraph, have a snack! Vacuum the rug, eat a cookie! Organize the closet, why you deserve a wheel of cheese! I try to convince myself that fancy tea is food so I can avoid weighing five [...]

License to Grate Cheese

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

Belching adds an easy panache to any conversation. Any conversation not taking place with a possible employer or an aging aunt, that is. If I could instigate a belching contest with anyone, it would be Angelina Jolie. I bet that woman can let rip a sound designed to make gassy giraffes quake in fear. As [...]