Write a letter to yourself in the future. Here’s the first draft of mine: Dear Me, c. May 2004, Thank goodness you’re out of that tiny apartment with the loud A/C and the semi-stalker neighbor. I hope you kept your promise and made sure that your new roommate is sane and has a steady source of income and will pay… Read more »
Long long ago in the galaxy that I live in, vegetarians and vegans could buy and eat marshmallows that did not conflict with their ethical/moral principles. Then the factory that made them burned down. Now we can have marshmallows again.
Humans are cool because they so often do strange and whimsical projects.
When I was 18-ish I walked past the auto repair department of some department-type store in St. Paul – near the Midway Target on University – and a group of men hanging out there in the open bay doors catcalled and whistled at me several times. I regretted wearing a short skirt, I regretted being alone, and I have always… Read more »
I wish I could write like this: Songs from the Big Chair.
In other news, the Windows XP setup on the pitiful laptop here at work now says: Setup will complete in approximately: after you’re dead (Really.)
Skip the dating show bit in TAP: Web Feature: Queer Factor and read the part about Queer Eye. The “cartoon utopia” aspect is precisely why I enjoy the show so much – and why I enjoyed the film Big Eden despite some character development shortcomings. It is lovely to have even a one-hour vision of what the world is like… Read more »
Tonight I’m going to the Blue Man Group‘s rock show. I saw their show “Tubes” in Boston with my ex-husband a couple of years ago, and it was one of the most amazing artistic experiences of my life. Even better than Queensryche’s “Operation: Mindcrime” tour. ;) What’s cool about my life right now: this is not the only non-homework event… Read more »
Fear was all from The Dog. A fly came into the apartment, and she hid in the bedroom because flies mean I’m going to roll up a magazine and try to swat them. That makes a loud noise, so it’s scary. I can’t tell you the reasoning behind hiding from the plastic bag of frozen hash browns, though. Triumph was… Read more »
Dear Alan Moore: I read League. Well, I tried. Maybe Watchmen was the apex of your career – it was amazing, and revolutionary, and I loved it. This… not. Dear Guy at Dragon’s Lair: When I told you my heart was breaking because The Invisibles was over, you recommended Transmetropolitan instead of Planetary. What the hell were you thinking?