The Book Covers blog has a collection of absolutely dreamy bookshelves that make me a little weak in the knees.

When the dude in “Da Butt” sings “come on, gimme that butt, gimme that butt” is it just a really unsubtle way of begging for anal sex?

Are Clarence Clemons and Jackson Browne really friends? Are we supposed to believe Darryl Hannah is really singing backup? Does the line “I’m the one who always makes you [...]

In my weepy, whiny state of agitation yesterday I forgot to mention that there was goodness.
At 2:41 a.m. on November 17th my much-adored and most-beloved coworker Al, the cutest girl on earth&trade became the cutest mom on earth&trade. Baby Gus is here! It will be hard to stop calling him Quixote since that was the [...]

Today hurt. The Sister Club drama continues to rage unabated, leaving me weepy and feeling quite alone.
The problem with family problems is that they are so nuanced and mired in such intimate history that you cannot talk about them with someone outside of the family. I tried explaining it to an outsider a few [...]

I got lost in reverie listening to a slow, swingy song called “Shut Up and Sway Your Hips.” Once again I am back to being a Nablmo cheater. I got lost in a daydream about one of those men who disappeared with nary an excuse or a you’re just not for me. Oddly enough he [...]

I forgot that I already posted today about Guitar Hero, so this is like double-plus bonus points. Actually I intended for the Guitar Hero to go over there —–>
But I was getting so hopped up on the sound of Welcome to the Jungle pouring forth from the conference rooms that I was kind of in [...]

You know what’s cooler than playing Guitar Hero at work? Playing Guitar Hero at work with all the Engineering Geeks who break out projectors and stereos and shit.
Damn awesome. I am off to kick some more engineer butt on Welcome to the Jungle.

One movie I always forget that I really love: That Thing You Do.
One annoyance: That I’ve been kind of brain dead lately and haven’t written dick to save my life — at all. So instead I make silly lists because of my love/hate relationship with Nablmo.
One ass that needs to me kicked: TBS’s. They keep [...]

I will always cry during the Sex in the City episode where Miranda’s mom dies.
I won’t bore you with talk of my sudden, insatiable craving for hot dogs (the foodstuffs not the phallustuffs).
After two more days, I don’t have to work for about 38 days in row. Okay, it’s really only 10, but it will [...]

Sometimes I read my horoscope for the day and tell it fuck off.

Dear Nablmo,
I am totally back-dating this entry. It’s actually 12:40 and aside from talking about that Bob Dylan cover I did not blog today. Oh no! Surely the world will end.
But you know what Nablmo, I am sure you will understand. My family is in total chaos. There are two separate factions and I am [...]

The Charlotte Gainsbourg & Calexico cover of “Just Like A Woman” from the the I’m Not There soundtrack is so fucking hot that it is making my heart race and I feel a little weak in the knees.

Miss Maddy and her mom BFK (best friend Kari) were the hit of the party. Nobody could compete with the lookalike Cyndi Laupers. Not even a cake shaped like a little plastic guitar.

The party also included:
Willie Nelson and/or Jerry Garcia, she waffled a bit
John Cougar Mellencamp
Janis Joplin
Avril Lavigne
Post-rehab James Hetfield
Johnny Cash (me with a pompadour [...]

Life is full of mystery, I guess. A few weeks ago before the funk that ate Manhattan descended on the Sister Club, Sister #2 was yabbering on and on about what a great week I was having. I got a big, fat raise and my world-famous turkey chili won the annual Hell, Inc. Chili Cookoff [...]

When I was a kid one of my favorite television events was the annual airing of “Wizard of Oz.” This was, of course, back in the day when it was only on once a year. I am not sure why I loved the movie so much. It actually scared the living shit out of me, [...]