Archive for January, 2006

Today makes a full year I’ve been on the job. It also marks a whole year that I’ve not called in sick a single time. I’m particularly proud of this; I had a horrible attendence record in college, and had any of my professors stuck with their own “miss three classes and automatically fail” policies, [...]


I am tired and sore and irritable and all my shit is still in boxes, grouped in little islands in the new apartment. We got started at 9 a.m. on Sunday and brought the last box up at 9 p.m. last night (that’s Monday for those of you playing along at home).
I was supposed [...]


A day late, lots of dollars short.
AppetizerChoose one: Popcorn, Pizza, Pretzels, Peanuts, or Pasta.Popcorn. Wish I had some now.
SoupDescribe your personality in terms of a particular vehicle.Oh, hell. Seriously? I’m not creative enough to fake it. I don’t know anything about cars of any type, nor do I care enough to ascribe my personality [...]


All the fire in hell right now could not be hotter than my anger for the incompetent paper pushers at Memphis Light, Gas & Water.
First there was this. But they warned us for months that price gouging was to be expected in the winter months. And like a nation of turtles on our backs, [...]


Based on what I’ve seen on the wire today alone, we should really be focusing our national attention on Tennessee’s asking what’s the matter with Arkansas, not Kansas.
Because people — mostly parents — are going crazy over there.
You’ve got these assholes who chained their daughter to a bed, which led to her death when their [...]


Cat fight

27Jan06

After the aliens invaded, all professional females were turned into cats so they could be cuddled.
When I saw the above issue of STEP on my art director’s desk a week or so ago, I cringed. The cover just felt wrong, even to someone who relishes irony. But I took my gut reaction, folded it into [...]


Internet, cable:With the flip of a switch, gone.Three days early, jerks.


A before-and-after composite illustrating Carmex’s magical healing effects.
‘Twas not too long ago that I took some cheap shots at one Angelina Jolie’s cushy but fractured lipscape, saying, and I blockquote:
Angelina Jolie has diseased, cracked, pulpy lips that frighten and confuse me. She has the lips of a clueless, sloppy fifth grader in January. [...]


It’s true. It’s all logged somewhere, your search terms along with your IP address. And the government wants it (OK, not the IP address part; not yet, at least). Here’s hoping you relegated your really embarrassing searches to Booble.
The Forbes story I linked above contains a really laughable point. Well, I laughed. That makes it [...]


Today marks a year in Memphis. At times, the days dragged on with excruciating precision, each minute calculated to live its full life. At other times, an entire month was gone in a blip and I had neither memories nor photographs by which I could remember it. But really, has it been a whole year? [...]