Of course you do. Everyone wants cookies. ESPECIALLY COOKIES MADE OF TWITTER. (More accurately, things I’ve written on Twitter.) Because the only thing better than reading Twitter is eating Twitter. Bitter Baking Company was a BiSC sponsor and immediately made an irrevocable and obnoxious fangirl out of me. So when Nicole asked if I wanted [...]
Today was spent trying to avoid being cranky. I was cranky and I knew I was cranky but I didn’t want to be cranky so I fought the cranky. I tried to work, I took a long walk, I went to a show, I tried to nap, I tried to get an eggnog latte and [...]
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 [...]
I am bedecked in festive holiday burns, courtesy of hours of cookie baking yesterday. Due to the state of my bank account, I’m not indulging in my normal frantic consumerism for Christmas this year. Everyone gets cookies, a state of affairs I may have belabored by announcing, whenever someone mentions Christmas, gifts, or the amount [...]
Remember yesterday’s post? Where I implied that my story would begin “tomorrow”? Which is, of course, today? I lied. My story will begin on Monday. For now, it’s drizzling and I’m wrapped up in a blanket. My plan is to eat chocolate chips in front of the TV while organizing my many to-do lists. So [...]
I’m sorry to inform you that Moose in the Kitchen remains as apt a title as ever. I have the bandaids to prove it. By 10 a.m. this morning, I had already masterminded two kitchen related accidents. First mistake: Decision to eat breakfast on the deck. (I live in California during global warming. Meaning, if [...]
I keep expecting to open the newspaper and discover that Big Bird has been reported missing. Or that Prairie Jane [edit: an intrepid commenter noted that it's actually Prairie Dawn] was found in the East River wearing a fetching pair of cement shoes. There’s a muppet killer on the loose, people. Some heinous individual cut [...]
Wise advice from Warren Zevon, passed on to the unruly masses watching David Letterman shortly before Zevon died of lung cancer. How often do you forget to do this? If you’re anything like me, that answer would be, “Every damn day.” While it’s a bit gloomy to think, better enjoy this sandwich IN CASE I [...]
Sometimes I have trouble dealing with the world. It insists on badgering my psyche into tremulous emotions. Like the ones you get from those movies where the heroine du jour is crying in the rain to a soundtrack by Deathcab for Cutie, and you eat up every second of it, allowing your tormented soul to [...]
Many of the menfolk in my life are blog-shy. I mentioned my brother on this blog once. My mother, ever the soul of discretion, read it out loud when he was in the room. He was not pleased with me or my decision to tell the internet that he used to enjoy quality time with [...]
