I Guess that Makes Me Out Out

I just did an interview for the Tennessean, to suppliment their coverage of the Kathy Sierra mess. I gave the reporter my real name. It’s already out there, anyway.  But now it’s kind of official.  I don’t know.  At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do.  Right now, I’m kind of hoping [...]

Clearing Room on the Laptop

“You need to take some of your shit off the laptop. I have 80 gigs and it’s somehow out of room.” “We can take all those music files off. The ones that aren’t iTunes.” “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” “So, that’s everything in ‘My Music’ right?” “No, be careful, the iTunes files are in there, [...]

Diet Dr Pepper without Caffeine

The Butcher accidentally bought Diet Dr Pepper without caffeine.  I’ve been refusing to drink it just out of general principal, but I had some last night and it’s delicious! Please don’t tell him.

What To Do When Your Comment Doesn’t Show Up

Hmm.  I should add this to the FAQ as well. I have just fished two of Elizabeth’s comments out of the spam pond.  If you post a comment and it doesn’t immediately appear, drop me a note (appropriateaunt at yahoo dot com) and I will try to find it and set it free for you. [...]

There’s Something Jaunty About that Coyote

For real!  Could he be any cuter?  He’s all, “I’m about to head off for an adventure!” If this is not cute enough for you, check out this pitbull mothering on some chicks.

Some Like It Hot

So, yes, I should have bothered to learn the name of this ice cream place, but I’m just going to tell you to go there anyway.  Right next to Beyond the Edge over in East Nashville. They have this ice cream called “Some Like It Hot” which is Mexican chocolate, cinnamon, and hot peppers.  You [...]

Why It’s Important to Check Your Gauge

I started on Rachel’s prototype penis.  I didn’t bother to check to see if I had the right sized hook.  I just used a vaguely small one.  And, no, I didn’t check the gauge.  I just started crocheting. America, just the tip of this penis is so large it could double as a place to [...]

Sunday Adventures

I had this brilliant idea to take Mrs. Wigglebottom down to the Bicentennial Fountain and photograph her playing in it for your amusement, but, alas, the fountain is closed.  So, instead, we went first to the old City Cemetery, which, folks, let’s talk plainly about.  That place is falling apart.  The Friends of the Cemetery [...]

“Those Williams Boys, They Still Mean a Lot to Me”

I’m about to put this dog in the car and head out.  I’ve got nothing to look for, no place to see, but I’m antsy. Something’s itching at my soul and I want to relieve it. Newscoma’s post reminded me of it, not that I haven’t been thinking about it for days, but there’s ways [...]

Stumpy the Coyote

I’m sorry.  This coyote just cracks the shit up out of me.  Check his stumpy extremeties and the way everything is slightly off-kilter. I tell you what, this is a coyote the Universe has gotten a hold of.  This is a coyote with some wisdom.  I’d recognize that fucked-up way the Universe has of leaving [...]

Holymen

What I want to say is something about Zora Neale Hurston, living on Lafayette Street, just south of downtown, watching her brother’s business as he struggles to raise a family and go to medical school, clear up to Meharry. That’s not an easy commute, logistically, if you have a car. If you are going by [...]

Drumming

I’ve had pneumonia a half a dozen times or so in my life, which sucks, because my lungs are shot, but I was thinking of it this morning, how I would sit sideways on one of the dining room chairs and he would sit behind me and drum on my back with his hands to [...]

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

The Recovering Baptist had playing last night the most beautiful rendition of my favorite hymn, “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.”  God, I just love that hymn.  I like how it’s all “Teach me some melodious sonnet” right at the point where it’s gone from all plod, plod, plod, plod to a more melodious moment.  [...]

Sucks to Be My Dog

Y’all, it is 7:58 and I just got up, like, ten minutes ago.  My alarm goes off at 5:30.  My alarm was still going off at 7:48, but apparently whatever’s going on in the world is not interesting enough to raise the voices of the folks on NPR to the point where my tired brain [...]

Even You Can Help Make the World Safe for Young Feminists

So, tonight we went over the tentative schedule for Act Like a GRRRL!, discussed the amazing things our cooters can do when in the mood, and ate ice cream sandwiches. I just want to state for the record that, even though my sexual repertoire consists mostly of trying not to choke to death on my [...]

Saving the World One Cooter at a Time

I’m off to have dinner with the folks who are putting together Act Like a GRRRL! this year.  I’m going to feed them cheese quesadillas and chips and queso.  And I am going to sing this little song: I have a cooter You have a cooter We have cooters together! All who have a cooter, [...]

‘Foreign’ Invasion

Brittney’s asking all kinds of immigration related questions over at NiT and David Oatney’s hollering about how “The feds are supposed to enforce immigration law and protect us from foreign invasion, which this influx of illegal aliens certainly is.” Y’all, nonsense like this makes me have to put my head down on my desk.  Just [...]

Fine, I’ll Admit It

I’m still fucking sick.  It’s probably the same damn crap I’ve had since the Super Genius’s wedding.  I just can’t shake it. Mainly, I can’t breathe and it’s making me grouchy and it’s negatively affecting my time with Mrs. Wigglebottom because I don’t have any energy, because I can’t breathe, and so I haven’t been [...]

The Revolution Goes On Without Me For the Evening

I skipped out on both things I was planning on doing this evening.  I didn’t go down and help Planned Parenthood piss and moan over the SCOTUS ruling and I didn’t go over to the women from work group. Instead, I stayed at home and crocheted two feet and I’m going to finish this post [...]

Regular Citizens v. Corporate Citizens

My spies in Memphis tell me that there is no longer news radio on FM during the day.  Okay, I don’t actually have spies (though, wouldn’t it be cool if I did?).  Shannon told me*. We were talking about this at the progressive thing (the Tennessee Alliance for Progressives All Get Pissed at Mack For [...]

Car Rides to Creepy Places

I taught the Butcher to drive.  It seemed necessary after going through the process myself of learning to drive from my dad.  For those of you tough guys who think that learning anything from my dad must be a walk in the park, I suggest you borrow a crazed pit bull who is determined to [...]

Out of Sorts

One thing I like about the Shill is her ability to distill any pop culture phenomenon down to either its essense or the important lesson we should draw from it. When we were in college, she would regularly remind me of the bit of wisdom contained in Bull Durham, which I’m going to get wrong, [...]

Turns out I have ‘ethnic hair’

I went back to the therapist today, who told me I have ‘ethnic hair.’ I don’t think that’s a clinical diagnosis, but this is the South, so, who knows? I also bought my plane ticket to go see my play.  How amazing and yet awesomely fucked up is that?  If any of you out on [...]

Unchecked Power is Not Your Reward for Being Elected

I’m still fuming over watching the East Tennessee Conservatives, especially David Oatney, rake Coble over the coals (and question her religious sincerity) because she dares point out that Stacey Campfield is an elected official and, as such, has still to follow the rules of the State and Country and can’t just do whatever the hell [...]

Who Will Be the East Tennessee Torquemada?

Y’all, the Conservative Soap Opera has exploded into incredible ugliness. I have a two-fold guess as to what the problem is.  1. I don’t think East Tennessee conservative bloggers are very familiar with the U.S. Constitution nor with how representative government works.  They seem to believe that it is elected officials’ jobs to run around [...]