February 2011
103 posts
Michael Pollan: (on the tv) Flowers are exquisitely useless...
Me: (to the tv, clutching a glass of Rioja a little too close) Oh, you know what, Michael? Whatever, dude.
Tess and Jude (my dogs): (look up at me, all pitying) -sigh-
Whenever I see Michael Pollan being interviewed, or in a film or whatever, I get this feeling like we’re on a really bad second date that I couldn’t get out of and he’s trying to win me over by half agreeing with everything I say.
January 2011
101 posts
Argh. Brothers & Sisters is giving misinformation about dealing with addicts… Glorifying codependency all over the place.
Remind me to tell you a story about waiting in my car outside a restaurant in Madison’s upscale hippie section. It involves a moral dilemma.
My husband had a life-changing moment this...
He heard the term “egyptologist” for the first time.
I want to make out with the idea of Big Sur.
Well, the fundamentalists must be right...
…the end times are upon us.
My husband just chose to see The King’s Speech over 127 Hours.
"I'm using the term "Minnesota mother" loosely. I... →
I hate to sound like an out of touch WASP who was...
The way I start most conversations.
Real World: DMZ, here we come
Me: I've been watching a lot of documentaries about North Korea...
Meredith: Uh oh...
Me: ...and I've been thinking...
Meredith: ...okay...
Me: ...I think that we might make really good North Koreans. I can see us getting really into the "our father the general"/"dear leader" thing. We might even be zealots.
Meredith: Well, we do need more structure...
thelittlestwayne:
boxybrown:
the best performance in 127 hours was the rock
JESUS
!!!
180 South- induced guilt is the worst kind of guilt.
No. I do NOT know how to make a degrees sign.
And no. That is not the source of my guilt.
Meredith and I are going to do something “extremely distracting” tomorrow.
I think we’ll go to Costco.
Pretty sure I just endured some benign flirting from the girls’ tennis coach…
… it’s a red letter day, all!
It’s that terrible feeling when you’ve got children in the car and “Kiss Off” comes on and in a panic you press next and you begin to hear “Big Balls”. Inevitably the next song is “The Number None” and you finally understand how hard it must be to raise children decently.
