Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
I have gone crazy trying to find two “movies” that were aired on (I think) HBO back in the early to mid-1980s. Google and other sites have failed my usually pop-culture-infused brain.
(Note: I think these …
Paterson wins our latest poll handily; you can find the book here. (Bargain-hunters, check half.com or your local bookseller; it’s widely available secondhand, in my experience.) A somewhat downbeat selection to kick off the autumn, …
Dear Sars,
One of my husband’s best friends (I’ll call him Kevin) is married to Kate. I feel close to both Kevin and Kate, although we only see each other every few months because we live …
Wing: I am still LOL at that photo. It’s the lead image for my new game, “High Or Head-Injured?”
Sarah: I like to call it…The Crush-Killer. And the hair, WTF. ‘Sup, Methy?
Wing: I mean, dude. Don’t …
I suspect that “pwaft” needs no definition, but I will let you supply your own in the comments section for a while and then formally update the entry.
Update: “Pwaft” is both a noun and a …
Dear Sarah,
I will be spending a month in the States shortly, flying into New York on the third of October and out of San Francisco third November. Those flights are pretty much my only parameters. …
We’ve got a rather weird list for the fifth round of the TN Read-Along; David Foster Wallace is back, as is Katherine Paterson, and you’ll also see some golden oldies.
Voting will close next Wednesday. Hit …
Dear Sars,
For all of high school, I’ve felt like a fraud. I’m supposedly really, really smart, but I’m lazy and worthless. I scrape by with Bs and A-minuses, but the amount of work I …
In the car earlier today, I decided to listen to “The Michael Kay Show” on ESPN. Well, maybe I should rephrase that; I decided not to listen to my iPod (forgot it at home), or …
Hobey V-E-T / I realized yesterday that I spell out the word “vet” even when typing it, lest His Orange Eminence figure out what’s going on from the acoustics of the laptop keys and disappear. …