I have a friend. She moved last week, but I see her when I look out the window. She is, in fact, only three short blocks away -- happily situated on the tenth floor of one apartment building, while I’m content on the eleventh floor of another. And, as luck would have it, we face … Continue reading : the not-so-secret society of flashers :
Tag: fun
: dumb jokes not named trump :
We’re in the middle of a very long, very unfunny stretch, so we need a good laugh. That’s the purpose of dumb jokes, you know, to cheer us up. Give us a reason to smile. They’re not supposed to mill around the White House and destroy civilization. To that end, voilà: What do you call … Continue reading : dumb jokes not named trump :
: stop that :
Oh, sorry, don’t stop what you’re doing. I meant the word that. Please, ignore the outburst and go on about your business; don’t mind me. All right, since you’re here, I’ll tell you: I hate that. It’s overused and clunky. People stick a that in everything. The question is, why? It isn’t a mantra, it’s … Continue reading : stop that :
: a day without whirly :
International Women’s Day happened to fall on a Wednesday, my usual day to publish half-assed posts. Since I’m lazy by nature, I’ve embraced the excuse to take the day off and I’m in the wind. You know what would be even better than a day without women, though? A government without the GOP. Trump is … Continue reading : a day without whirly :
: the deathwatch beetle :
There is such a thing, you know. They’re a woodboring insect with larvae that burrows into structural timber, causing all kinds of damage. The adults are the real badasses, though. They make a noise like a ticking watch and were considered harbingers of death. The hoot of an owl was a death knell, too, according … Continue reading : the deathwatch beetle :
: let’s do the hokey pokey :
‘In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.’ -- Albert Camus Way back when -- last month -- that kind of schmaltz got an eye roll and went straight into the pompous file. Writers love to wax poetic, they can’t help themselves. It’s a lovely sentiment and … Continue reading : let’s do the hokey pokey :
: a soul-searching expedition :
I hate to go all metaphysical here, but I’ve been wondering about the soul. More specifically, what the Hell is it? With that, my voyage to discovery began. And ended. I couldn’t even find a decent definition, nothing to indicate whether the soul is real or imagined. I checked the New Oxford American Dictionary, a usually … Continue reading : a soul-searching expedition :
: 10 thoughts, none of them mine :
Seemingly overnight the United States went from respectable country to Rube Goldberg contraption. We’re the ball bearings. We careen, we hurtle, we veer from pillar to post and back again. We’re an accident waiting to happen and, urk, I’m carsick. So I retreat into my head where it’s safe and things make sense. It’s a survival technique. … Continue reading : 10 thoughts, none of them mine :
the whirly girl 