All posts for the month October, 2007

The jerk store called, they’re out of you

Happy Halloween everykitten! For the second year in a row, I didn’t get it together to dress up, except maybe as the jerk who turns off all the lights to avoid trick-or-treaters. It’s not that I wouldn’t love to see all the little baby Spidermen and Luna Lovegoods, I’m just feeling kind of meh about [...]

Tried to make me go to rehab, but I said no, no, well ok.

If there was any doubt that my liver needed a little makeover, that has been dismissed after a week of eating nothing but natural foods and no dairy or wheat (I know, what?). I had the headaches, exhaustion, all that crap–my only saving grace was that the book I used as a guide said I [...]

Baby Got Back

Ima supersleepymajig from getting up at o-crack-hundred for an MRI, but here’s a brief of pressing matters to get that cartoon fetus off the top of the page: – Saw Morrissey last night on press tix, they told me I could go again, I will probably go again, because it ruled. – I grew up [...]

Comical fetuses

On the bus this morning, the old lady sitting in front of us was reading the publication Culture of Life*, which had printed at the bottom of page A1 this comic strip. You’re welcome. *Google if you want, I have no particular desire to give them traffic, even the nine of you.

I’m on my last flavor

Turning 30 last year was kind of a novelty thing, the kind of thing they make episodes of Friends about, sort of weird but also sort of cool and grown-up sounding. You’re not really “in your thirties,” you’re just in this shiny little pocket dimension of transition where there is some housework and debt consolidation [...]

o hai

We went to Vermont this weekend, which has put me in a coma of sorts, but I did want to make sure to welcome Henry Sedgewick to the planet, and officially start the 21-year countdown after which the statute of limitations that prevents me from telling him about those things his mother did in college [...]

Don’t bother reading this, I just have to write it, because fuuuuccck

If you know anything about me whatsoever, you probably know that my back gave out two years ago and I’ve been dealing with the fallout ever since. Because I never, ever shut up about it, because it freaking sucks, and because I am the opposite of stoic (a word I learned when I was about [...]