Monthly Archives: January 2003

It’s my birthday today and I’m thirty-nine and everybody can kiss my ass because I rule.

You can tell I went to kindergarten in the Laugh In< /> era because until very recently I thought this song went like so: I’m a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle, here is my spout When … Continue reading →

Not only has Jackson figured out how to switch on Jack’s bass amp, he also knows how to plug in a bass, turn up the volume, and pull a string out and let it snap back, often making me jump … Continue reading →

Our bedside alarm clock busted, so I bought another one at the drug store. It’s a Timex Nature Sounds alarm clock with alarm settings named BIRDS, OCEAN, and BROOK. I chose BROOK and set the alarm last night. This morning … Continue reading →

A conversation we’ve been having rather a lot of lately Jackson: “Dada!” Me: “Where’s Daddy?” Jackson: “Truck!” Me: “That’s right, he’s out driving in his truck. He’s talking on his phone.” Jackson: “Hello!” Me: “Then what does he say?” Jackson: … Continue reading →

The whole updated-retro car thing works for me. I approve of the new Bugs, that little bud vase is just adorable.* That aside, now that we’ve finally buried the whole cigars-and-martinis thing, I look forward to seeing what Detroit will … Continue reading →

Ten Reasons Why I’m Not Going To The Fancy Ralph’s On Carrillo Blvd. Any More 10. Insane Cashiers They are either insane, clinically depressed, insanely clinically rude and stupid, weirdly grumbly, or clinically depressed and medicated into a state of … Continue reading →