Obviously, the Nearly needs a new name. Because I am a fool, I told him he could choose one himself. He thought for a moment, furrowing his noble brow, and then said:
“Susan.”
“What?”
“Susan.”
“No. Be serious, please.”
He thought for another moment.
“Sharon.”
“A boy’s name, asshole.”
“Why does it have to be a boy’s name?”
“Because you’re a boy, and I […]
I’m getting married.
Next May—the 5th of May, probably. (And if any of you remind me about Cinco De Mayo and suggest we have a Mexican themed wedding with piñatas and aiyiyiyiyiyi! I will cut you. My mother and I have already had this discussion, and the answer is STILL NO.)
Sorry to have kept you […]
Prepare to be bored senseless, because today? I got a new digital camera. I would like to thank the federal government for the student loan that financed this purchase. I am out of money, now, but look at this picture of my sexy girl-cat, Willie!
Grrrowwl!
As you may remember, I recently moved. Here is a […]
Okay, I just saw this. Go read it. You won’t be sorry.
The study was conducted by a Dr. Friedler, who “attended a movement and mime school in France before he entered the medical profession”
No, really. Someone has a mime RE.
Do you suppose he mimes running into a wall when his patients have exhausted their […]
I have been at a loss for words this week, because potentially earth-shifting developments are taking place here at Flotsam, and the Nearly has forbidden me to talk about them until the situation is “finalized.” How’s that for cryptic? Also: The crow flies at midnight.
Anyway, you just try having BIG NEWS* you cannot share and […]
We live two blocks from a wee Carnegie library. The building is beautiful—brick with arched windows, and surrounded by trees. It holds approximately twelve books, but makes up for that fact by housing fewer unwashed and unmedicated schizophrenics than most public libraries.
Oh! Speaking of which, go to this page and click on “Watch a Brief […]
I am moved. Sort of. More or less. Our books are still mostly in piles on the floor, giving our apartment a charming “literary hovel” feel. The cats have turned this into a game, and amuse themselves by attempting to move from room to room without touching the floor. Of course, the situation is complicated […]
