It’s 11:47 on a Saturday night. I am a single 35-year-old woman, watching a Paul Simon special on PBS, and I just paused it to go to the bathroom because I didn’t want to miss any of it. This is probably why I am a single 35-year-old woman watching PBS on a Saturday night.

So my brother-in-law Tony is in the hospital. He’s having some weird heart problems. This is freaky enough. Apparently he went in last night some time. I say apparently, because the only reason I even found out he was in the hospital was by reading my sister’s blog.
Fuck. Come on!
Immediately upon reading it, I call [...]

Bananas, the fruit. I can’t get enough of them and whenever I eat them I think of the main character in The Hotel New Hampshire whose name I cannot remember who eats bananas and runs all the damn time because he wants to be a good wrestler. He does this because the grandpa tells him [...]

The thing I love the most about my poetry class is going to Grumpy’s afterwards and debriefing with Polly and Peabo. Hanging out with smart, open-minded, honest women is the bomb, y’all.
Today we spent a lot of time spoojing over Jude, The Poetess. For reasons that are not quite clear, the Angry Fiction Writer got [...]

A few weeks ago at the behest of my Voxxy friend Daby, I listened to Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. I told him that I refused to actually read it, because I wasn’t sure that Hemingway was worth the effort. My hate-hate relationship with Ernie has spanned nearly 20 years.
Now, I think [...]

This piece of paper has been sitting on my coffee table since November when I finished reading Motherless Brooklyn. Every person who comes over picks up the paper, tries to read it and then asks what it is.
“Oh, nothing,” I always say. I don’t even try to explain about how I was so [...]

It’s hard to concentrate on writing propaganda when you can’t seem to stop listening to the FABULOUS Jeff Tweedy bootleg you got this weekend
If I am reading a book that is so horribly stupid and poorly written I will stop 50 pages in and feel great relief when I dump the book off on some [...]

Jaycie, age 9, on naming their new kitten

My little Ruby will turn over to 100,000 miles tomorrow on my way to work. How quickly the time flies. It seems like just yesterday she was at 30,000.

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For this installment of Bookclub Bitches FFJ and I read Later, at the Bar, a novel in short stories. I compare this book to Ol’ Opie one of my Friday night bowlers. This isn’t a good thing. You’ll be happy to know that I was completely sober for this podcast, so I make [...]

I mopped the kitchen floor yesterday and this morning for a brief (but not as brief as it should have been) moment I decided that I had Parkinson’s disease. I ate a belly-busting lunch with FFJ before our podcast this afternoon and tonight I’m having dinner with the family to celebrate Sister #2’s graduation from [...]

Holtz points out that the Laurie Lindeen Fakebook has been posted to Dime a Dozen. I haven’t listened to it since my account expired. But I’ll get my hands on it. Hopefully it’s not edited like The Current’s broadcast.

Sister #3 on Tony’s TV appearance.

The Current has posted Laurie Lindeen’s Fakebook episode. Now you can listen to what I was raving about.

Johnny Depp on Letterman at the same time that John Cusack was on Leno. What’s a girl to do? Rock the picture in picture.