Woke up to the beeping of the coffee maker, the beep that means it’s turning off because I slept through the beep that meant coffee was ready. I ignored the beep and squeezed my eyes shut hoping to go back to the dream. The dream that involved making out with a scruffy Joshua Jackson (Pacey …
I had a lot of goals for 2012. Some I achieved (buy a new couch, stay out of a cube) and some I did not achieve (finish writing a book, read 52 books*). Of all the goals I set, watching the entire series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer feels like the biggest achievement. It was …
You can have your National Geographic girl with the mesmerizing eyes. That raising of the flag on Iwo Jima. You can even have that one from Tiananmen Square of the protester standing up to the line of tanks. I don’t care. You can have your images from Mars Curiosity, the sailor kissing the nurse, Marilyn …
When I set out to re-evaluate my personal artifacts in honor of my FORTIETH! birthday, I had grand dreams of having re-evaluated everything by the time the actual birthday rolled around. Eternal, illogical optimism is often the cause of all my tardiness. I constantly think everything will take entirely less time than it actually does. …
Last week or the week before my friend Christa pointed out that Jem was on Netflix streaming. She philosophized that since my birthday was nearing Netflix was seeing to it that all my favorite TV shows were being added to the service. I joked that next they’d add “A Different World” next and release “Dawson’s …
The urge to live-tweet the last five episodes of Dawson’s Creek Season 3 is strong, but my will is mighty. Seriously folks, these five episodes are probably the best run Dawson ever had. From the day after Pacey kisses Joey to when she sails off into the sunset with him leaving Dawson to make this …
A long time ago, I used to read my web stats religiously. But then I got bored because all anyone seemed to be searching for were various ways to watch a tall woman have sex with a short man, how to actually have sex with a tall woman, or whether or not tall women will …
Last night while cooking up some tacos, my brain decided to run through old scenes of “Dawson’s Creek.” I have no idea exactly why, but I think it has to do with the fact that Christa has totally conned me into watching the entirety of “Friday Night Lights” simply by mentioning “there’s a real Dawsoneness …
This is the inscription inside the cover of my copy of Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I cropped it out, but my phone number was on there too. Only seven digits because we didn’t have to use area codes back then. We are 612s. I haven’t lived at that address …
