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The summer season has experienced its official kickoff and a good official summer kickoff requires some basics. Thankfully, I think I got them all covered. Over the three-day weekend, I ate two hot dogs, one coconut hot fudge sundae, two s’mores, an undisclosed number of burgers and sausages, noodle and potato salads (because, of course, [...]
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(To the tune of 100 Bottle of Beer) Two hundred and eighty eight dying flowers to put into the ground, two hundred and eighty eight flowers! You take one out and plop it into the ground, two hundred and eighty seven dying flowers to put into the ground.
As it turns out, it takes me a [...]
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Is it not PC to wish someone a Happy Memorial Day weekend? I’ve been doing this for the last two days and it’s garnered some queer looks as if to say “Don’t you know what Memorial Day is about?” Duh, of course I do. But when you add hot dogs, ice cream, and parades to [...]
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It has been 4 days since my last brownie. It has occurred to me that my semi-occasional indulgence is probably the reason for that 2-pound increase last week rather than my secretly presumed PMS water weight. To repent for my delicious ways I’ve been doubling up on my pilates and yoga workouts, which feels like [...]
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You know how when you were a kid you’d dig through your parents’ closet and bring stuff in to host an informal show-and-tell for your friends?
This is what a friend of mine brought in for us to see in second grade once. Except instead of family friendly images it was a pornographic Rubik’s Cube. [...]
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I think that Barrington Pheloung’s score for the Shopgirl soundtrack is one of the most heartbreaking instrumentals I’ve ever listened to. It’s beautiful, hopeful, inspiring, deliciously sad, a little haunting, and it could possibly even rip your heart out if you’re in the mood for a good cry. That’s probably why I listen to it [...]
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Have you ever had the experience of watching a movie, and at the end you feel elated because the movie totally gets who you are? This was one of those times.
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As a kid I loved board games and as an adult, I still love them. That’s why I was so disturbed to see this video news report
Yes! That’s it. That’s what our kids need these days. Faster board games, because the old ones were just too damn long to be interesting. That and, well, our [...]
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Logically, what does one do after noticing that their diet has suddenly taken a nosedive straight into the shitter? When after 5 weeks of hard work and mild deprivation yielded a 5 pound loss and now 2 pounds have the nerve to show up at my doorstop again? Do some extra sit-ups? Take up jogging? [...]
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“Oh no, I’m having a whole range of mood swings…”
“You seem fine to me. How can you tell?”
“What do you mean how can I tell? I’m PMSing, that’s how I can tell!”
“Oh.”
“I’m having a dessert panic attack.”
“That’s not right. You shouldn’t have panic attacks over dessert.”
“You know it’s not right, I know it’s not right, [...]
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