For my birthday this year, I want either a gem sweater party or a Cosby sweater party. I don’t know what that means exactly, but everyone in their best fancy sweater.
Archive for November, 2007
Auguste passed along this sad, bittersweet comic about a mother’s addiction to Animal Crossing. Maybe it’s my sour mood, but this little webcomic made me weep a little.
Someday.
I want to get Ethan something cool for his DS for Xmas but I’m completely lost on the internet trying to sift through the good games and the bad. Any suggestions? What about GameCube?
I see what they did there.
E’s a little bummed about being away for Thanksgiving, so I made some pumpkin bread tonight to take with him over the holiday. I 1 1/2-ed the spices in the recipe, and take it from us: this recipe rules.
Carcassonne online. In German, but still.
Turns out people do go to garage sales in November.
When I Say I Thought About Hyphenating, I Was Thinking About Mozilla-Pujols
Published November 17th, 2007 in Chef, Feminism, Marriage and Work. 13 CommentsI opted not to change my last name when Chef and I married a couple of months ago, not that I didn’t consider it. As with many decisions, now that I’m in my martini phase, I didn’t take it too seriously. Although both of our last names are “normal” Anglo-Saxon names, I do like his [...]
Damn.
Why? Because It Doesn’t Make Sense, And That’s Just How I Roll
Published November 16th, 2007 in Suburbia. 2 CommentsSo I agreed to do a garage sale in the middle of November. Except I have to work on Saturday morning. So actually, my mother has agreed to do the garage sale for me. At my house. In the middle of November. Even better, my 60-something-year-old mother, who is due to arrive here tomorrow at [...]
Why would I do a garage sale in mid-November?
Ogged is right: Dave Chapelle is fucking funny. In this clip from London he’s just shooting the shit with the audience. And although I’m jaded from seeing far too much live comedy, I found myself chuckling out loud several times. Dude looks like he’s having fun again.
Me: *pays for gas* Gas Station Attendant: *sighs* Me: (trying to associate with GSA) You sound like you’re having a good night. GSA: I usually have good nights on Friday unless I’m horny. Me: Beg pardon? GSA: I usually have good nights on Friday unless I’m horny. That girl in front of you had a [...]
For months and months, Faux Real has been sporting an office scene I photographed during a trip to Graceland. Presumably this is the office of the infamous Memphis Mafia. Now we’re highlighting a scene from the backyard, in which an upturned wheelbarrow sat abandoned, upright, in the compost bin two years ago. To the right [...]
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