“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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Logistical updates: 1) Prizing is still on hold; I’m waiting for word about a couple more prizes before I start picking the winners. You can find the updated prize list by clicking on the contest page at the top right of the menu. 2) Video should go up on YouTube tonight. 3) Tomato photo pool is right here.
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 …
Those tights are so rad (and good choice with the hat)!
LOVE the photos. Sars, you rocked that tomato like nobody’s business!
Also I love that 99% of the people in the area were just like “Huh…a giant tomatogirl. Whatever.” Honestly, that could only happen in New York. And the other 1% posed for photos. (I’m looking at you, Crazy Elderly Japanese Tourist Gentleman.)
Has Little Joe lost weight? Or is red just slimming on him?
Molly: Agreed! I think Little Joe is lookin’ a little bit…littler.
I read about this spectacle like, right after it happened, and I work like, right there. So I’m kind of bummed that I didn’t come down for the live event.
I love how so many people are just so like “whatevs. okay. tomato.”