Year: 2015
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: stink bomb vs. bupkis :
I’ve wrestled with this forever and still can’t decide which is the more distasteful option: publishing a half-assed piece or none at all. Those are my choices and I don’t know which one is harder to live with. I want a third choice. Well, maybe it’s all relative, depending on how half-assed. If the piece is the usual…
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: dear hackers and identity thieves :
May I offer a word of advice? You do not want my identity, so save yourself the trouble of stealing it. I couldn’t give it away. I’m an undesirable by any measure, a deadbeat in all respects. My credit’s shot to hell; I have a spotty driving record, a medical history checkered with dust-ups, and…
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: quick, pull in the welcome mat :
Then turn off the lights and lie on the floor, winter’s on the way. If we pretend we’re not home maybe it’ll go away. In case you haven’t heard, Daylight Savings time ended this morning at 2 a.m. and the long march into cold, forbidding darkness got underway. In the coming weeks, daylight hours will…
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: autumn in the jerkwater :
Jerkwater is kind of uncalled for. This place isn’t as bad as I make it sound. Okay, it is, but it’s not the city’s fault and I should focus on the good things. For instance: See? Not horrible. Not Paris, but no Chernobyl, either. Just an ordinary mid-sized city stuck in a floundering, insolvent state.…
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: surly and dizzy :
Bet I fooled you. This isn’t a post about me. It could be, going by the title, but isn’t. I’m both of those things and often simultaneously — just not always. Occasionally, it’s an á la carte situation, either surly or dizzy. For a fuller picture, add dorky and wobbly to the mix. Not to…
the whirly girl 