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January 31st, 2007

Molly Ivins dead at 62

Molly Ivins has died at age 62.

January 31st, 2007

City Pages, I wasn’t ready to be heartbroken

The news that Jim Walsh has been let go from City Pages has left me. . . I don’t think there’s an adjective that describes a weird sort of inappropriate sadness mixed with fear of not knowing when you’ll read him again and a dash of wonder. It’s hard for me to put into words [...]

January 31st, 2007

National naughty kid week

Need a laugh? Read Sister #3′s account of National Naughty Kid Week.

January 31st, 2007

And sadness spread throughout the land

First of all, because Peter Cetera’s “Glory of Love” just came on Kathleen Turner Overdrive and I have nobody to emotively type the lyrics to, since Wolfdogg is not online. I am now accepting applications for back-up shitty song reader. E-mail your resume to jodi@iwilldare.com. Second of all, I have hair that is all one [...]

January 31st, 2007

Post-it Note Morning Songs Part IX: The I don’t understand the brain edition

This Post-it Note Morning song list puzzles me more than any other, but probably only because I’ve been pondering it. I mean how can one brain go from The Ramones stuck in the subconscious one day and two days later wake up singing Huey Lewis & The News? That should just not be possible. 01Jan07: [...]

January 30th, 2007

Things that are currently preoccupying me

Getting my hair cut tonight Jack Bauer’s tight gray t-shirt Thursday Coming up with a killer campaign Listening to “Hot Un” on repeat (the line look at the sexxy kitten there on that tattoo, say it to me, and I’m yours) The apostrophes in The Road, I was up until 1 a.m. reading The death [...]

January 29th, 2007

Song lyrics I typed to Wolfdogg in an attempt to drive him batty

1. Tell me do you think it’d be all right If I could just crash here tonight You can see I’m in no shape for driving And anyway I’ve got no place to go And you know it might not be that bad You were the best I’d ever had If I hadn’t blown the [...]

January 29th, 2007

Charlie the Unicorn

Charlie the Unicorn. If it doesn’t make you giggle like a 20-year-old stoner, you’re probably defective.

January 29th, 2007

Sometimes I think Kathleen Turner Overdrive is trying to speak to me

As I was sitting here mindlessly working away, KTO (my iPod for the uninitiated) served up “Permagrin” by self, “Hey Lou” by self, both of which I left me leaping for the fast forward button because I still can’t listen to them. And then she served up “Never Talking to You Again” by Husker Du. [...]

January 29th, 2007

The case of the bothersome apostrophe

When my bookclub chose Cormac McCarthy’s The Road for March’s bookclub, I was most excited. My blog crush, the Largeheartedboy had said it was one of his favorite books last year. I’m about 1/4 of the way through the book and I’m somewhat annoyed. When I picked up the book during Operation Maneater, Kelly remarked [...]

January 28th, 2007

The bitches are back

powered by ODEO Due to personal reasons, Bookclub Bitches went on hiatus for most of 2006. But now we’re back with a vow to actually do the podcast monthly. We’ll see how that goes. This month FFJ and I read Undead and Unwed by Mary Janice Davidson. It was horrible. Seriously one of the worst [...]

January 27th, 2007

Perhaps I am made of steel

Since I am not sick, I decided that I had to clean my bedroom and the Fortress of Solitude. I didn’t do so well. I kept getting bored in the middle of the cleaning. So everything’s kind of in a complete state of disarray. However, since tomorrow is supposed to be about -80 bajillion I [...]

January 26th, 2007

This is what you get for bragging

I can’t tell if I’m coming down with a cold, excessively tired, or sick from sitting in a dark meeting room for the past two days. Probably all of the above. If it is a cold, it’s totally my fault. I’ve been bragging for the past two weeks about how I’ve gotten this far into [...]

January 25th, 2007

Things I would pay you to do

Finish painting the tall parts of my kitchen Wash Ruby Warm up my feet Let me call you Dorkus Marlorkus while I laugh like a goon Make me some popcorn with garlic pepper

January 25th, 2007

Writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity

Having reached the nadir of my despair when my most-lusted after Sam was kicked off of Top Chef last night, I climbed the stairs to bed swearing to myself tomorrow would be another day. I thought about crying myself to sleep, but I didn’t really have anything to cry about. And, well, crying from lonesomeness [...]