New Year’s Eve 1999 2 stars out of 4 Not necessarily an evening I’d write a song about, but nonetheless pretty fun. Predictably, Prince was featured. Less predictably, a redheaded man sounded a conch shell in my living room. The party where I’m pretty sure a demon came into my apartment 0 stars out of…
“Speaking of marriage, how about a nice zinger about getting my MRS degree? No? Well, there’s always next year. No reason to blow all your best material in the first five minutes.”
“Later on I kept crying and wept over the phone tonight at my dear couple-friends. He could do it, I shouted, God could take Lynn and why not? And if God takes Lynn, I am going to be one angry bitch.” Part 3 of Ashley Walker‘s Gorked.
Molly Geipel likes food porn. And British TV drama. And Wisconsin. And–well, you’ll just have to read the rest of her Punchlist.
Hurricane coverage, space junk, brain retraining, and other loads of bullshit. Traci Cumbay has had one busy week.
Don’t tell us we can’t do better for our kids. The kids at the Charles A. Tindley Accelerated School, a charter school in Indianapolis, come from some of the city’s roughest neighborhoods. They all go to college.
“There really aren’t words for the initial forty-five minutes of that movie. (In truth, there are two words, but I can’t actually put them on this site, although I think ‘sex’ and ‘vagina’ are allowable stand-ins.)”
“He wears more tie-dye than any politician ever, with the possible exception of Sonny Bono. And he would be our most facially hirsute politician since Benjamin Harrison, another Indianapolis boy made good.”
“I turn. A sallow blonde with sallow skin, in her fifties or sixties and wearing an oversized beige parka, smiles at me. Smoker, I think.” Sarah Spykman finds common ground.
“Now, before you roll your eyes, just hear me out. Guys see these two things as a very dangerous combination — like black powder and fire. When the two get too close, they combust, and we get burned.” A cautionary tale for men from Stephen Nowak.