Chef answered a knock on the door to find the mailwoman on the doorstep looking sheepish. “Can I ask you a weird question?”
“Sure.”
The original picture by the realtor. I’d have a before and after shot if it would STOP RAINING already.
She goes on to explain that she’s been driving past our house for […]
WTF, Internets? Why are you so quiet? I’ve got procrastinatin’ to do.
Season Four of The L-Word:
Except for the addition of Tasha, I heartily agree.
In lieu of Mother’s Day, Time Magazine has a feature on people’s favorite pop culture moms. Props to mentioning the ladies from The Joy Luck Club — both book and movie are a long-time guilty pleasure — and Dumbo’s mommy, whose cuddling scene makes me cry a little every time I watch it.
Except for […]
Especially when laid out so damned frankly.
Here.
Except my sweatpants don’t yell at me for being antisocial. Chef, however, is on your side.
More of something like this, please:
via Dooce
My short, angry piece on the Indiana primaries has been expanded and highlighted on The American Prospect. It will be up later this morning.
Check it out.
…that Barack Obama showed up last week at Great Skates in stripey knee socks, skating backwards to Bobby Conn.*
Remember to vote in the Indiana primary tomorrow.
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* Incidentally, this might make a great campaign song.
UPDATE: David Schraub thinks he may have a better campaign anthem.
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