Molly Ivins has died at age 62.

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 [...]

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

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 color. [...]

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: [...]

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 of Ed Rooney, no relation to [...]

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 whole thing years ago
I might not [...]

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

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 [...]

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 about how [...]

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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 books I’ve [...]

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 [...]

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 winter [...]

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

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 [...]