If you’ve ever spent any time with a girl between the ages of oh, 8 and 12, you know that one of their main reasons for existing is to apply lip gloss. They love lipgloss, it’s the G-rate cosmetic that all parents seem to deem okay. Girls will apply the lip gloss incessantly, the pinkier, [...]
Posts Tagged: Rock & Roll Bookclub
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Mar 09
A fallen idol
Last night at Rock & Roll Bookclub, I was talking to Jaycie about her recent trip to Florida, all the babysitting money she has ($65!), and how she scored tickets for the upcoming JoBros concert (very exciting). As we were discussing all the things she loves, I asked her if she was going to checkout [...]
18
Jan 09
Some really boring things you probably won’t care about
My weekend was consumed by three things: redesigning MN Reads, Rock & Roll Bookclub, and reading. It was all the things I love most in the world combined into one weekend, well except for the monkey sex with Matt Dillon. But you can’t always get every single thing you want, right?
The great thing about the [...]
1
Dec 08
Ruining the Internet for children since 2000
Saturday night during Rock & Roll Bookclub Max was trying to tell us something about the Flugoo fish.
“Just Google Flugoo fish,” he said, leaning onto the arm of the La-Z-Grrl.
Because I am a kind host and an accommodating aunt, I set to Googling. “Oh,” I said, when I spied the results.
“What?” Max asked.
“I’m first,” I [...]
28
Nov 08
Keeping Kerouac, fighting Freudenberger, and other tales from book organizing
Whenever I host Rock & Roll Bookclub I see it as an opportunity to get my books in order. In theory, for every book I put in the case I would take one off to give away or list on Bookmooch. That theory is total bullshit. I am greedy.
However, I am pleased to report [...]
29
Jun 08
How Chuck Klosterman and Rock & Roll Bookclub made me revise history
I removed roughly a hundred entries from the iwilldare.com archives today. They were mostly of the “I have to clean the kitchen” variety and whining about that one time I had a cold back in December of 2000. Hey, blogging was new then and I thought the Internet really wanted to hear about how [...]
20
Apr 08
Hung
Last night’s Rock and Roll Bookclub has drained me of all my brain cells, energy, and ambition. While I didn’t feel that drunk, it is pretty obvious to me that I am that hungover. Youch. My blood has been replaced with thick, sludge-like poison and a dead squirrel has taken up residence in my [...]
30
Mar 08
Things I learned reading ‘Things I Learned From the Women Who’ve Dumped Me’
That Wolfdogg will probably have his suggestion rights for Rock and Roll Bookclub revoked again. His rights were revoked sometime in June of 07 because he suggested A Boy Called Freebird, a book so heinous and unreadable that I didn’t make it past page 40.
Just because someone writes something funny for TV (Will Forte, Stephen [...]
27
Aug 07
The two reasons I haven’t felt so swell today
This is poutine. Dana, our Canuckian member of Rock & Roll Bookclub, made it for us last night. In case you can’t tell from the picture poutine consists of French fries, cheese curds, and gravy (though in Canada they make it with special ‘poutine sauce’). Clearly, Canada can teach a thing or two about junk [...]
8
Jan 07
And all I could do was watch as the Barenaked horror unfolded right before my very eyes
There are events in one’s life that are so horrific that while they are unfolding you can do nothing but watch it happen. It happened so fast, so quickly that I was stuck to my chair unable to stop the carnage. I knew there would be emotional and psychological damage to repair and yet I [...]
16
Oct 06
On drunkeness, bookclub, and stuff
Even though I had to cancel my Westernerd party, I commenced with the hosting of bookclub. Incidentally, Dad was let out of the hospital today. Hopefully he doesn’t go back any time soon.
So yes, with the bookclub hosting. It was one of our best bookclub’s ever and I’m not say that just becaine I’m totally [...]
23
Apr 06
sign #493 that you might be a grown-up
after hosting a party instead having a drunken-scrog session with a random party-attender, you do the dishes.
