“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
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Please please PLEASE let Mr. T be a judge on Project Runway this year. Pleeeeeeeease.
I’ve (re-)discovered a few things over the course of the recent Days Of Rage. Some of them are great!
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lonely girl in possession of a library card must be in want of a twin. The child who spends a lot of time in books also spends …
Hey. I don’t know what we do now either. I DO know that we’ll need each other going forward, as we always have, for support, mutual aid, and information on where to get high-quality wide-calf …
If there is a God in heaven, Mr. T would not only judge on Project runway, but he’d have his own style show right after Timm Gunn.
Amen.
“Gold is the new grey, foo’!”
“Stopping traffic and starting [insert dramatic pause as teleprompter switches screens] who knows what.”
“You call that “figure-flattering?” YOU CRAZY FOO’! I ain’t got time for this jibba-jabba!”
Somehow I find myself wishing I could take Mr. T shopping with me…
AMEN. Mr. T would be the best judge FOR EVERYTHING EVER.