Monthly Archives: July 2004

I’m having another wardrobe crisis, people. This means that once again I’m threatening to set my closet on fire and wear nothing but skateboarder t-shirts and these fantastic new jeans I got at the Levi’s outlet in the “Husky Girls” … Continue reading →

Here’s a delightful post by woman who lists 100 things she is grateful to have learned from her mom. Naturally, this has inspired me to write a list of things I have taught Jackson*. 1. It’s okay not to bathe … Continue reading →

Janna did this smart-guy post about choosing five famous living or dead people she’d invite to dinner. And I was like, Hmm, should I go the Abraham Lincoln, Jesus route? Or should I do the same list I did when … Continue reading →

Can I blame the previous post on hormones? Sure! And while I’m doing that I’ll go ahead and blame this whole Web site on hormones. Rare moments of miserable introspection sandwiched between endless amounts of egomaniacal white bread, making one … Continue reading →

About ten years ago my friend George wrote and directed a play about Carlos the Jackal. International jet-setting terrorists aren’t really my bag, baby, but George is a talented guy so I did the drive down to Ventura for a … Continue reading →

Yesterday I had the most terrifying food experience of my adult life. Jackson and I opened a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. I have no excuse for this $1.99-for-fifteen-jelly-beans extravagance, except that I’m one of those Harry Potter-reading … Continue reading →

Back before we had a child, when we had enough emotional energy to spare for several bloodsucking, freeloading cats, we used to get a chuckle from watching one little bastard in particular use the litterbox. She’d step in there so … Continue reading →

The other day Jackson made his friend Anna cry. He was getting bossy with her, he didn’t want to share his snack, he told her she needed to get her own bowl of nasty wheat-free corn-puff cakes dusted with white … Continue reading →

Well dry, camel dead. So in the interest of dredging up a good reason to live keep posting, I’m going to do this thing where I go through my bookshelves and just throw up the first page of whatever I … Continue reading →