You’re Not The Boss Of Me

There’s this woman who comes to boxing class a few times a week, and I’m not sure, but I think she knows someone at the gym, like maybe the owner.  I get the feeling she has an ‘in’ somewhere.  She is very loud and cackly, and she frequently takes it upon herself to instruct other [...]

Bring back the draft!

Been slinking around over at waiter rant a lot lately, which calls to mind many of my own lovely and ass-curling experiences as a server.  Ah, yes.  Good times, happy times.   Nothing like gazing into the rabid, alcohol-flushed eyes of a grown person who is spewing vitriol (and spit) in your direction like a tantrum-throwing 2 [...]

Not that kind of Grammy

I suddenly realized that some folks might be under the impression that I named myself after a music awards program.  I did not.  At least not on purpose.Hereafteruntoforward be it known: “Grammy” shall refer to a particular scrawny, bent woman suffering from shin splints and a bad attitude.  There she is!  That one!  In the [...]

Party-crashing hedgehog

Years late to this online party, and feeling a bit awkward, so I’ve been sort of idling by the refreshments table, nervously hoovering deviled eggs and sangria (hic) while I watch the popular kids joking, and arguing, and making out on the dance floor.  
 It has been suggested that I should perhaps introduce myself to [...]

Another Fine Example…

…of my undisputed title as the Nerd Queen of The Mesas:  I heart Gwen Ifll.  Just caught her on Meet The Press.  I also like how Tim Russert always calls everyone by their whole name when he addresses a question to a particular commentator (So, tell me, Gwen Ifll, what do you think of Bill [...]

Testing & Tyree

Just had to post this about Tyree’s catch last Sunday, which is fading from the collective woo-hoo even as we speak, but which still rocks my socks.  And also trying to figure out this ping or trackback or whatever it is.   So if I fuck this up, please bear with us slow kids.

Why?

Why does coffee re-heated in the microwave taste like ass?  Why?
 And why does my horoscope today end with the words “So watch out!”?

An Open Letter to Barack Obama

Dear Senator Obama:
 I have been following with great interest your blazing path to prominence, and I think you are da bomb, as the kids say.  Actually, the kids probably say something else by now, but you get the sentiment.  
 Here’s the thing, sir:  my parents live in Idaho.  Yes, it’s true.  You might not know [...]

Why I Like To Hit Things (and occasionally, people)

For those of you who don’t know, which probably means most of you, I started training at a boxing gym last August.  Recently, at a dinner party, someone asked me why, and about all I could say is, ‘because I wanted to.’  Not grammatically pleasing, but there it is.  
I can’t really pinpoint the initial [...]

So long, Mitt

Would it be wrong of me to do a Snoopy dance?  Wrong in the way of being a poor sport, like Bill Belichick after the Super Bowl?