I Think My Parents Think I’m A Pot-Smoking Gun Nut

It’s really hard being a libertarian sometimes. My parents were down here a couple of weekends ago and we had a long sort-of talk about how I’m wrong to be so, well, libertarian. It makes me feel bad because I like to please my parents and yet I like also to be [...]

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The Genetic Lottery: God’s Sense Of Humour In Action

It turns out that my cousin–newly married, as of yesterday–runs triathalons.
I get exhausted watching edited triathalon coverage on television.
Now that I think about it, we’re all united by diarrhea. The triathaletes have that “losing control of all bodily functions” thing that sometimes happens and the portly bookworms now have alli.
I guess it all [...]

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Everybody Lies (?)

I’ve got a doctor’s appointment looming. And believe me, there is no other, better, word for it than “looming” because I hate going to the doctor.
This woman was recommended to me by Terry Heaton, which makes her the first GP in Nashville I’ve seen that’s actually recommended by something other than my finger eenie-meenieing [...]

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Hell. Pure Hell.

I love all of you. Okay, maybe not all. But most, anyway.
And I love the events where we all come out of our Fortresses of Introversion and do the whole “I want to talk to you, but I’d rather do so over the computer” thing. Because we always have such a good [...]

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The Dude + 2AM = This Post

When you get out of bed at 1:30, scrounge for the Tylenol and the Aleve and flip on OnDemand OF COURSE you’re gonna watch The Big Lebowski. There is no better painkiller, I assure you. (Okay, so there ARE better painkillers. Alas, they are not legal. And I’m the wimpiest LLUA [...]

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I Could Just SMACK Amy Sherman-Palladino

This woman is ruining my planned hat-comeback.

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New Material!

Someone this morning referred to this blog as “banal”, and today I’d have problems disagreeing. Because, really, while I’m on semication at my parents’, this blog has become a plodding recapping of the lint in my bellybutton. Whee!
So, this post is kind of the same but kind of different. I got [...]

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There Are No Fat Secondhand Roses

Over at MCB, we’re having a chat about buying clothes from thrift stores.
I was a property master for a couple of plays back in high school, and thus got introduced to buying things from secondhand stores. You never knew what treasure you’d find in the dimly lit rows of the Ft.Wayne Salvation Army. [...]

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I Smell Funny

It’s been almost two weeks since I was in the cabin at Sevierville.   Why does my hair still smell like the well water?  I’ve washed it several times.

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Thursday Morning

Remember when I used to come up with clever titles for blog entries? Those days are gone, my friend. I SOOO could not think of what to call this post. Although I do think it’s high time we turned July 5 into a lesser sort of holiday, kind of like Boxing [...]

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