I’ve loved movies since I cried during Follow That Bird and my Dad took me to My Left Foot and called it research. Whether it’s at home with a bowl of burnt popcorn, or in a plush seat at the theatre, I don’t talk during the film and I watch to the end of the credits. And for the record, I didn’t ask for my money back because The Artist is a silent film. My most recent movie date with…
I went to a New Year’s Eve party with shotguns taped to my chair. They were plastic. The party was post-apocalyptic. Because, y’know, the world is supposed to end in this year. Depending on whom you speak to. I think we’re good. Even better now that I know what day it is. You see, I lost a day or two back there. I know I’m not the only one. Happy New Year, folks. I hope you’re caught up, too. Even…
Well. It happened. I called both my parents and told them before they read it online. My friends can’t believe it’s actually true. And we weren’t even drunk. As per a new tradition, Sarge and I met for coffee after work on Tuesday. We were on our way to dinner when the world went from just under the speed limit to slow motion. I came off a curb-cut/ramp, and the front wheel caught in a rut or on a piece…
There are nine days until my 30th birthday. In light of these single digit days, I have revamped my 29 list: Call Embassy if passport doesn’t appear. Write blog posts that aren’t lists. Outline new projects. Read my 20th book of the year, and possibly more. Pop my ear. My cold from last week has moved into my right ear. Never has the phrase ‘blow it out your ear’ meant so much. Watch people bake Cakes for Japan, Edinburgh –…
