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This morning there was some hullabaloo down the road from our place. Some noisy hullabaloo. We live in a secluded area out in the country and it’s usually pretty quiet. There’s a little noise from the highway, but it’s far enough away from us to be mostly unnoticeable. But there was an accident a few [...]
I know this is totally random and a weird thing to post after a (nother) long absence, but I was thinking about it and couldn’t help it. Wouldn’t it rock if, just once, some E! “Special” Correspondent was out on the red carpet and they’re all like, “And who are you wearing?” and the celebrity [...]
One of the clever little bits of WordPress is that the dashboard shows you some stats when you sign in. Mainly stuff like which post has the most views, who has linked to you, blah blah blah. But it also tells you the top searches that led people to your site. Here’s what brought people [...]
(from Toothpaste For Dinner) I’ve been busy? Have I overused that one? I know. I’m sorry. Anywoozle, I truly and deeply hope that my tens of readers had a lovely Christmas (if that’s your bag) and a wonderful New Year. I’ve got some photos to post and some video as well. But I can’t be [...]
I can’t believe the spam email I get. Sometimes, instead of just junking it immediately, I will peruse the subject lines and content of some of these beauties. I’m telling you, the world is awash in hysterically, darkly creative people all wasting their talents away in the spam industry. Need proof? Here’s the subject lines [...]
Overhead at the deli today: Woman #1: “I know! Can you believe it!? And his name was Jesus too!” Woman #2: “Well, pffth. You just would have expected more from him.” A phone call with my thirteen year old son: Helllooooooooo, Jacob! Helllllloooooooo, Mom! How’s the family? The wife? The kids? They’re woooooonderful! And the [...]
This has been the day. I reject the notion that I am exaggerating. I bolted out of bed and spun around three times. I couldn’t find the phone and it was ringing. I couldn’t find it and it was loud. I opened the bedroom door and ran through the house looking for it. The floor [...]
Here’s a few things: 1) Matt & I put an offer in on a house. Will they accept? Will they decline? I can’t decide which answer I want more. 2) I think it’s sweet that even though my dad is pushing 70 and my mom is pushing 60 and they’ve been married for more than [...]
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















