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 :
