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    what have I been doing?

    Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

    After failing yet again at NaBloPoMo, you say? (I believe that may have been a record for me. Three days?) Well I will tell you. I have been tending to my newest and best hobby. No, not getting rejected for jobs for which I am deeply qualified. The other hobby: A good pal has a [...]

    ah, Spring.

    Monday, June 1st, 2009

    What have I been up to? I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to. Spreading misery, that’s what. Gus did maybe not need that much of a bath, in retrospect. The whole thing got started because Smudge’s dandruff was off the fucking chain, to the point where she became enraged whenever she’d see a Head [...]

    please disperse, nothing to see here

    Sunday, November 9th, 2008

    Nothing too lengthy today, but OMG THIS NICE OLD LADY HAD BEEN LIVING WITH THE CORPSES OF HER BROTHER AND SISTERS FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS. This is the kind of thing that only population density can bring you. Shit like this happens all around the country, but with 12 million people crammed into a [...]

    O’Man.

    Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

    So apparently Ryan O’Neal and his son were just arrested today for having a bunch of meth in their house. Which made me think I was losing my mind, because I’d have sworn that just happened a month or two ago. Turns out that if I’m losing my mind, it has no relation to the [...]

    …. aaand Fire.

    Sunday, July 6th, 2008

    Normalcy is the last thing I’ll claim is happening to me, people, but two days in Stigler has at least reminded me of the finer things in life. Those are, in no particular order: explosives homemade beer potato cannons smoked meat beans board games tiny dogs naps relatives who mostly look after your three-year-old tiny [...]

    hum, humm, hummm.

    Sunday, June 29th, 2008

    So. Things I have learned during our two weeks and counting without our precious boy in the house: The sense of purposelessness quickly dissipates. It dissipates into a sense of overwhelming, vacationlike calm. The awesome thing about feeling like you’re on vacation in the big awesome city where you live? You can do all the [...]

    Imagine a big Tim McVeigh right in your face

    Monday, April 21st, 2008

    Yeah, so I just found out that the Seattle Supersonics are moving to Oklahoma City. Apparently this has been percolating for a while and I have just not been paying attention. Well, now I can’t stop thinking about it. You know why? I’ll tell you. Hopefully the Sonics will change their names when the move [...]

    Shuffling on bloody stumps through Roscoe Village

    Thursday, March 27th, 2008

    Yesterday I had my Lady Professional interview, so I got all gussied up and, after getting some useless advice from my neighbor on which sweater to wear, I set off looking great. I felt great too, that is, until I had gotten four steps out of my front door. My stylish new shoes were agony [...]

    things we decided were awesome last night, while drunk

    Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

    using, as a vague euphemism for sexual activity, the phrase “Reachin’ around for the Old Style.” “Frat Rock 2! Son of Frat Rock!”* the following theoretical band names: “Olga Slutsky and the Polish Whores” “Anne Spankroft” the following album title, presumably by one of the aforementioned bands: “Moses Built My Soap Box Derby Car”** * [...]

    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 [...]

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