THE F WORD When I was in the second or third grade, I discovered that some words were naughtier than others. I was standing in line with the other students, a skill that was not at all transferable into my adult life (so don’t invest too much time figuring it out, kids), when one of... Continue Reading →
My birthday is this week, so, in honor of turning the big 3-7, I am going go to post an ode to me! Today on Music Video Monday, "When Will You Die?" by They Might Be Giants Because you've probably been wondering.
Today on Music Video Monday, "I Love You For Psychological Reasons" by They Might Be Giants One may argue that all love is psychological. One may argue that this is not at all a romantic song. But I don't care what they think. Love is complicated, emotional, and generally weird, which is why this song... Continue Reading →
The B Word When I was young and spunky, my parents had a friend named Fred. He was the most interesting person I knew at the time. A very wealthy man, Fred had a pool, a mansion, and a significantly younger live-in girlfriend. (I didn’t even know it was possible to live with someone with... Continue Reading →
Last night, a woman named Julia had her car set on fire by a man who refused to take "no" for an answer. His arson destroyed her vehicle and damaged at least 6 others. Surrounding hotels had to be evacuated at 2:00am or so. People were scared, thought it could be bombs, etc. I have... Continue Reading →
Star While my father used his paternal advantage against his easily-embarrassed offspring, my mother provided more than enough unintentional retribution for anything he ever did (and will do in the future, for that matter). The following tale takes place in 2003, at a time when I was becoming less ashamed of, and thereby more amused... Continue Reading →
Today on Music Video Monday: “Don’t Let’s Start” by They Might Be Giants This song is the source of many likely-unintentionally profound lyrics and also, as a matter of fact, where I got this username.
FOLLOW THE BUBBLES Summertime was particularly difficult for my parents, as we were at home with nothing to do for months. One way my mother kept my sister and me entertained was to bring home a whole package of pink copy paper from the hospital and letting us draw our little hearts out. We always... Continue Reading →