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You know the ceiling in the Supergenius HQ Great Room is like 20 feet high, don’t you? In the middle of that ceiling is a big, ol’ fan that spends most of the year covered in dust so thick the blades appear to be made out of fur. I had to dust that fucker today [...]
There is a point in Frank Portman’s Andromeda Klein where Andromeda talks about surrounding herself with the books she loves and the energy they produce. As someone who is surrounded by books, I was struck by the thought. I love my books and display them prominently in my home. But the idea of the books [...]
Did I tell you about that headache I got on Thursday after going to IKEA and while having lunch with Melanie at that Indian place we love, a headache so bad I could only crawl into bed, whimper, and sleep until 4:30 and was still so shaky and out of it I skipped my first [...]
Box of not attractive Christmas Cards, you’ll see them in December Walkman — AM/FM, cassette, yo. Mickey Mouse watch that never belonged to me Another empty stapler Dusty Nikon SLR Phone charger from two phones ago Cigar Box from the bowling alley Box of paper clips Box of large binder clips Box of blue highlighters [...]
I have a bit of an etsy problem. I surf that site as if I’m paid by the hour to do so. It’s my go to store whenever I need something that isn’t books (yes a need) or food. For instance, spring is almost here and after spring is summer and summer means giant sweaty [...]
You would find a rather large woman sitting in a rather large green chair wearing blue pajama pants smeared with cinnamon roll frosting (marks left by the Tibbles on Wednesday) and a black cardigan sweater coated in cat hair. Her own hair is a greasy mess that she has ruffled into greasy spikes, because it [...]
Executive Decision #1: Instead of saying that I am unemployed, I am going to say that I am a freelance writer who works from home and is considering full-time employment. I mean, it’s true and all, but I decided that it’s all about how you look at things. Right? Right? Executive Decision #2: I am [...]
Since today is my last day with the minions kidlings, I thought it was high time for us to tackle the semi-annual book reorganization. It has not been fun or pretty. However I am looking forward to having a sweet spot to put the candy dish I bought myself for my birthday.
Jaycie and Max are making me lunch. I think we’re playing some sort of restaurant game. Jaycie took my order on a notebook and Max proclaimed himself chef. This is probably not one of my better ideas, playing along with this. I suspect the mess in the kitchen will not be worth the “fun” we’re [...]
The person who lives next to the Golfer (who lives next to Supergenius HQ who lives next to the Native American Drummers) is a used car salesman and he likes to host parties in his garage, a garage he never parks in, a garage located a mere 20 feet from my bedroom window. I know [...]
Yesterday in the midst of cleaning the Fortress of Solitude I decided that after nearly fourteen years in hiding that my Sweet Valley High books should come of the dark and take their rightful place on a bookcase. It’s so deliciously nerdy. Every time I catch a glimpse of that shelf out of the corner [...]
Dear VH1 Classics, I would just like to thank you for airing all seven episodes of the 7 Ages of Rock today. This was easily the best thing that could have happened to me today. See, VH1 Classics, I had to clean the entirety of Supergenius HQ today because in roughly 18 hours my family [...]
Supergenius HQ smells like bacon and Newcastle. This is not a complaint.
Bedtime: 2 a.m. Waketime: 8:24 a.m. Goals for the day: Clean the upstairs, all of it — laundry room, Fortress of Solitude, my bathroom, my bedroom, and the still empty master suite. Yes, during the next thirteen days of Christmas vacation I’m turning iwilldare.com into a Bridget Jonesesque diary of sorts. Come on, I don’t [...]
Sometimes, on Sunday afternoons, it gets so quiet in here the only thing that can be heard is the fizz and pop of the bubbles in the Diet Coke and the ceiling fan. That’s only until the Diet Coke goes flat, then it’s just the ceiling fan and the blood pulsing though my fingers. It’s [...]
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