Saturday, June 12, 2010
I Feel Violated
I stumbled across "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" on HBO. I had forgotten. The movie is so bad, it's almost a religious experience. I'm serious. I'm considering making my daughter watch it when she turns 13.
Friday, June 11, 2010
European Pee-Thought
There was so much garlic in my dinner tonight, my pee now smells like an Italian subway.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
A Parent's Pride
Now I'm not certain, but I coulda' sworn when I told my daughter that she missed it raining during her nap, she said; "Dammit'".
I could be mistaken/wishful thinking, but at the same time, she's a NYC kid, she's gonna' curse WAY above her grade level.
Maybe she's gifted.
I could be mistaken/wishful thinking, but at the same time, she's a NYC kid, she's gonna' curse WAY above her grade level.
Maybe she's gifted.
Monday, June 7, 2010
My First Shameless Shilling
One of my favorite humans, JENNIFER STEIL, has her first book out. It's titled THE WOMAN WHO FELL FROM THE SKY, and is a memoir of her time in Yemen being the first foreigner to run a Yemeni newspaper.
An English language newspaper, she's not THAT talented.
My significantly-better-half and I are on our way to a reading she's doing in a bar in Chelsea (for those of you that remember my gay pornographic greeting card days, it's that neighborhood).
In as much sincerity as I can muster, BUY HER BOOK! It really is a good Summer read. Oh, and for my readers across the pond, don't buy the tabloids. They lie about her.
An English language newspaper, she's not THAT talented.
My significantly-better-half and I are on our way to a reading she's doing in a bar in Chelsea (for those of you that remember my gay pornographic greeting card days, it's that neighborhood).
In as much sincerity as I can muster, BUY HER BOOK! It really is a good Summer read. Oh, and for my readers across the pond, don't buy the tabloids. They lie about her.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Late to the party
I just caught a glimpse of myself in our buildings lobby mirror. No wonder people cross the street when they see me coming (w/out my daughter, of course). With my black, sleeveless t-shirt, board shorts, and "prison ink"...I'm a big, walking, rectangle of threat.
I bet this is why nobody sits next to me on the subway.
I bet this is why nobody sits next to me on the subway.
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