Posted on July 31, 2010 by Aunt B.
Everything about this commercial is so stupid and offensive, and yet, I think that dude is fucking adorable. So, here’s where I am with the book thing. Cover illustration is picked. Illustration and cover copy are with the designer. Manuscript is at the typesetter for clean-up. Press release is done. I have some stuff with [...]
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Posted on July 30, 2010 by Aunt B.
I was supposed to pick up my prescriptions yesterday, but I also had to swing over to Germantown on an errand and I just got right on Rosa Parks and headed up home before it dawned on me that I had missed my last stop. So, this morning, I loaded up Mrs. W. and we [...]
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Posted on July 29, 2010 by Aunt B.
I can’t get them to work how I want, which is how they worked last year.
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Posted on July 29, 2010 by Aunt B.
An actual email I sent to Jim Ridley today: When I go to log in, it tells me it can’t find the server. People I have to post half-naked pictures of Mike Rowe!!! Followed shortly by: Did I say “half-naked pictures of Mike Rowe”? I meant “astute political commentary about Roy Herron.” Sorry. b. You [...]
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Posted on July 29, 2010 by Aunt B.
1. Everything about this is awesome. But most especially I love that, even though it’s Cincinnati, I feel like it gives me an idea of what Nashville would have looked like. 2. Folks, this is what happens when you leave us Midwesterners unsupervised. 3. Ron Ramsey made The Onion. 4. GoldnI makes some salient points. [...]
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Posted on July 29, 2010 by Aunt B.
Fuck it. If it’s wrong, I don’t want to be right. The PMRC’s whole job was to directly attack and vilify the parts of our culture that provide a safety valve and warning system and way of dealing with all of the fucked up shit of America. I believe it was Coble who first said [...]
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Posted on July 29, 2010 by Aunt B.
Kids outgrow pooping in the tub. Also, eventually, you can ask a kid “How would you like it if I pooped in the tub?” Yes, a kid might answer, “That would be hilarious.” But at least s/he’d understand the question.
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Posted on July 28, 2010 by Aunt B.
Posted on July 28, 2010 by Aunt B.
A website asks for free books from publishers. They then review those books, but all of the reviews are along the lines of “here’s what this book’s about,” not critical in any way. The book titles are linked to Amazon, where the website is an affiliate, so, they get money if you buy books they [...]
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Posted on July 28, 2010 by Aunt B.
After I got off the phone with one of my oldest friends (I have known him my whole damn life or at least his whole damn life. I don’t remember any time before he was born, anyway), I spent some time working on a media list for the book. I have to impose on my [...]
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Posted on July 28, 2010 by Aunt B.
The other day we were yet again talking about the difference, broadly speaking, between the position straight men are in when they first meet a woman and the position women are in when they first meet a man. Most women, when we first meet a man, start a running tab of “Things he does or [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2010 by Aunt B.
My cousin said the smell is so bad people who work near the river are being told to stay home.
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Posted on July 27, 2010 by Aunt B.
So, I finished up work early and came home to work on book stuff. I emailed the folks at WordPress.com to make sure I could hype my own book on my own blog without violating the TOS and they said, “Go ahead!” so I spent all afternoon (after work) putting up my press release and [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2010 by Aunt B.
Good lord, can we all just agree that Marty Robbins is the most talented, depressing singer in the history of the universe? People, if you are anywhere and a Marty Robbins song breaks out, run, because your ass is about to get shot or hanged or trampled by phantom cows. He has a body count [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2010 by Aunt B.
I would like to drink some Dr Pepper made with sugar. Has anyone seen it in a local grocery store yet?
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Posted on July 27, 2010 by Aunt B.
Just to follow up from yesterday, I had my trusted book publicity person look at the back cover copy, the press release, and the author Q&A. She was bowled over by how great the cover copy was. I told her it was because I had help refining it from y’all. Anyway, so that’s all cleaned [...]
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Posted on July 27, 2010 by Aunt B.
Oh, Mrs. Wigglebottom. She’s got a bug up her butt this week that she wants to sleep with me. And you can try to ignore her, but she just paces back and forth around the bed, her nails clicking on the wooded floor in a manner that makes it impossible to sleep and then, when [...]
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Posted on July 26, 2010 by Aunt B.
The remnants of Tropical Storm Bonnie are overhead. I wish you could see it. The sky is black. And the thunder is so loud and close it sounds like it’s practically knocking on the door. But, of course, the sun has not set, so at the horizon, you can see some light. And that light [...]
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Posted on July 26, 2010 by Aunt B.
In the comment below this post, what is john trying to say? I can’t even tell if I should be insulted. I mean, I think so, but I’m not sure.
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Posted on July 26, 2010 by Aunt B.
Ramsey doesn’t know if Islam is a religion. And yet, he thinks he’s qualified to run the state. Worse, he seems slightly more sane than the guy who randomly shouts “I love you.” Seriously, at this point, I think Haslam could stand at the entrance to the Great Smokey Mountain National Park naked, tossing crude [...]
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Posted on July 26, 2010 by Aunt B.
Go read this poem and tell me it doesn’t make you gasp. I honestly cannot believe this is a real thing in the world. Seriously, damn. That poem grabbed me right by the heart.
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Posted on July 26, 2010 by Aunt B.
Every time I hear John Mayer’s “Half of My Heart” I wonder if there’s a masked track in which Mayer cackles evilly and croons “These dumbass women will buy anything as long as I sing it like I mean it.” I swear, something about that song just strikes me as so damn condescending, like he [...]
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Posted on July 26, 2010 by Aunt B.
I am not a very organized person, so I’m having a lot of needless fretting about the book. But here’s where things stand. The page proofs are back with the typesetter and now include an author’s note and a slight tweak on one story. I am the queen of commas, but many of the needless [...]
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Posted on July 25, 2010 by Aunt B.
Lord almighty, I could have lived happily never seeing Tara’s face splattered with brains. But bless Sookie’s heart, I think Tara and Alcede had more chemistry in their tiny interaction than he and Sookie had all along. And, of course, I loved that Jesus knew who all the gods on Lafayette’s altar were. Whew, I [...]
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Posted on July 25, 2010 by Aunt B.
I have to tell you that I am apparently the kind of person who gets drunk and raves about how much she loves and does not deserve her back yard. I don’t know when I became that kind of drunk. I had no idea it was a kind of drunk, but there you are. All [...]
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