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    thanks.

    Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

    My esteemed associate Thomas recently alerted me to the Thanksgiving parade going on right this second in downtown Chicago. Naturally we wouldn’t dream of leaving the house for this, even if it weren’t snowing, but fortunately it’s being broadcast in High Definition* by our friends at WGN, which means one magical thing: Local commentary, by [...]

    cutthroat.

    Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

    Dude, apparently I’ve never gone grocery shopping the day before Thanksgiving, but holy crap, that is some cutthroat shit right there. I saw an 88-year-old Hasidic Jewish woman stab some young turk in the leg with a meat fork over the last Cornish game hen. A middle-aged investment banker shoved every single can of cream [...]

    As the World Turns makes the Army say: “Gays? OK!”

    Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

    I think Noah got a haircut or a glycolic peel or something, because he looks fucking hot as shit today. Luke and Noah are bickering YET AGAIN over whether or not Luke is going to walk or if they’re going to be together. Now Noah just said he wasn’t going to have a boyfriend who [...]

    I look pretty young …

    Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

    … but this post is back-dated. And a total cop-out. It’s like, not even substantive. I have besmirched NaBloPoMo with my lack of dedication. But dude, I’m fucken tired.

    so that happened.

    Monday, November 19th, 2007

    Yeah, so we had to get a new (used) car today. I’ve been wrestling with myself about it for a good portion of the day, because it’s a really bad time for us to buy a new (used) car, what with one-half of us not having a full-time institutional “Job” type thing and all. But [...]

    loooooooong

    Sunday, November 18th, 2007

    At some point someone or something inserted the following items into this afternoon: a firecracker, inserted in our toddler’s butt seven extra hours There will be a reward for any information leading to the apprehension of this person or entity.

    Prepare to be chomped at, bit.

    Saturday, November 17th, 2007

    We’re celebrating Oklahoma’s centennial with chicken-fried steak, gravy, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, five-cup salad, and cornbread, with vanilla pudding/vanilla wafers for dessert. (E deserves every bit of credit for this. Or blame, depending on how things go.) Naturally we wouldn’t have cooked this for just ourselves; Scott and Tracy, our landlords/upstairs neighbors/pals, are coming [...]

    Living the dream

    Friday, November 16th, 2007

    Here’s a crushingly boring glimpse into my day.

    Centennialicious!

    Friday, November 16th, 2007

    Happy Birthday, Oklahoma! You drove me, my family, and countless other high-quality people away with your stifling summers and your even more stifling religious fundamentalism, to say nothing of your limited economic opportunity for those not employed in the energy, telecommunications, or service sectors. And though there isn’t a day that goes by when I’m [...]

    compulsion

    Thursday, November 15th, 2007

    Jesus Christ, I can not stop reading this book. Like compulsively can not stop. I only put it down last night because I was so tired that I started not being able to understand words anymore. I’m seriously considering skipping work to finish this book. Except I’m hourly, so no. —————- update —————— Finished it. [...]

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