Friday, September 29, 2017

Rose Marie is on Twitter and She Is A Delight

This photo of Rose Marie is everything tonight.

Advise following Rose Marie on Twitter.
What a great lady.

Operation: Organize

Alright everyone. We have reached the final frontier. Today it's time to go deep into my studio. 

What it lacks in size, it makes up for in volume. I've had bags and boxes Tetris'ed in here for years, and I've just hauled everything out and now you can't see the living room anymore. Cover me, I'm goin' in...∎


We're overdue for a body-swap movie

Freaky Friday, All of Me, Like Father Like Son, Big, Vice Versa, 18 Again, Being John Malkovich, Freaky Friday, 13 Going on 30, 17 Again, Heaven Can Wait, Down to Earth. 

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Throwback Thursday: 1990

"OH DEAR GOD. Never Google yourself." 

That's what I wrote under "Write a Review" on an archive site I discovered this week. On this site, someone had posted the Spring 1990 issue of our college Honors newsletter, a quarterly called Femmes d'esprit. Spring '90 was the second issue after I became the Editor. The previous editor, Stacy, had gone off to Europe on a semester abroad. While I was envious of all the girls who got to do things like that, I was thrilled to take over. And today I'm equally thrilled and mortified that this PDF has been raised from the tar pits of time.

Monday, September 25, 2017

One Wolf


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Chunky Gold Necklace

Please excuse the boob shot on a Saturday morning.
Not tryin' to be fresh.
But this is another necklace that people stop me on the street to inquire after,
and they're always surprised to hear that I got it
from a dude selling tchotchkes from a cart in Vegas.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Joe plays with The Elderly Sept 27

Joe plays with The Elderly Sept 27.

Let Them Wear Buns

If you're a card-carrying feminist and you're mocking the so-called "man bun," then you can turn in your card. Right now, no feminist card if you're mocking his bun. What? Why? One more time for the bitches in the back of the room, here's the bold type.

The Bold Type

We will never reach true equity until men have the same access, without mockery, to feminine tropes as women do for the masculine ones. The "man bun" is just a bun, the same as any woman can wear a "pageboy" haircut, buzz cut, a tie, or, you know, pants.

Entirely aside from FEMINISM, which you're doing wrong if you're still reading and aren't convinced, is this: Girl, you sound ancient. You sound older than a dust fart. SO old, like when The Beatles were considered to have long hair and "the adults" would go nuts over how long their hair was! My mom told me. She laughs at how OLD all those adults sounded, vis a vis the Beatles' "long" hair. Well sis, that's what you sound like to me, if you're making fun of buns. Not to mention...dude...this takes so little brainpower to understand. It is so simple: Men with long hair have all of the exact same reasons as women do for taming the wild mane...why wouldn't they? What on earth does it mean to you, to think that their hair is any differently-enabled than your hair when it comes to getting it up, out of the way? So next time you raise up your arms to pull your bonny lockage into a scrunchie for the upteenth time this week, pause for a second, and imagine there's some people about to make fun of you for it. That is all.

PS: Any man walking around on the street in flip-flops, though. You are free to point and laugh at THEM all day. That shit is ridiculous. But let them wear buns. ⚥


Doctor's Office

I assumed a 6:45am alarm would be a "before work" thing.
If I'd known I'd still be job-less in September,
I'd have made this doc appointment for later in the day.

I cropped my eye bags out of this photo.

I'm not good in the morning.
Not good.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Throwback Thursday: 1999?

Somerville, MA

This photo is on a CD labeled "Stuff from old drive" and it says

Let's see...can I do any better pinpointing this selfie?
Well, it's before the term "selfie" was coined, and that's my office in the Somerville apartment,
way back when I lived with Hub.
My hair was red for awhile in the 90s, but not here, though I see some reddish undertone.
No, I can't narrow it down any further: 1999ish.
I had a webcam.
Early webcam.
Sometimes I'd put the webcam on the floor
in the doorway to the kitchen (at right)
to see what the cats were up to...

Bonus Throwback: "Cats in Bags"

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

"Lights please!"


Parents believe their kid believes 

in Santa 

approximately *3.7 years longer than the kid actually believes in Santa. 

The kid keeps it going, 

but only because they just can't bear 

to ruin the fun for their parents. 

This is not bad news, it's good news, 

because it means they understand 

the real joy of Christmas.


*Not an actual statistic

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

How Did I Get So Lucky?

Sunday, September 17, 2017

A Bitch In Time

I need to sew up some holes in stuff I like. Cuz this is charming.

Doles Orchard - Limington, ME

Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Elderly

The Elderly came over last night to practice.
They've got a show coming up at The Midway in JP.

Monday, September 11, 2017

H/T @Kate_Hart

Sunday, September 10, 2017

These Are Some People I Don't Understand

Brad is dead. There is no more Brad.

You Named It Brad, and I Don't Know What To Do With That.

Could you please not introduce me to your car? Because unless it's Greased Lightning or something similarly non-anthro, I don't want to meet him. Tell your car that I'm a warm person usually, it's just that I would be more comfortable if we remain strangers while I'm sitting in him and twiddling his knobs. I'm not judging you for naming your car (or your bike, or your coffee maker) but if you bring me into the relationship, I will feel too weird about it. Everything else is so weird right now, I cannot integrate any more information. So help me out, please, and don't tell me your car's name. ∎

Saturday, September 9, 2017

My mom will be so proud

Hey, I found some fun stuff at a tag sale today over on Appian Way. Tag sales are like Vegas. Bring only what you are willing to spend. I brought ten bucks. Here's my haul. Left to Right: Black ribbed hat, a little beat up guitar, a top hat, a court jester ornament that's definitely getting made into a doll. Bottom left: A jeweled pewter spider, a little red glass candle holder, and a box of broken-in pastels (perfect).

H/T @SaveTheMayotee

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Monday, September 4, 2017


Black ink drawing + Paint Shop Pro

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Saturday, September 2, 2017


Friday, September 1, 2017

Whatever it is you're doing, hire a writer.

You either get it or you don't.

“Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.” —Steve Martin 

Currently Reading

Forged: Writing in the Name of God
it was amazing
tagged: currently-reading