Posted on February 9, 2011 by Aunt B.
So, my day was crappy until about 3 p.m. when the internet at work went out, which seemed like the cherry on top of a yucky sundae. Dejected, I decided to go home. I was about to the river when it started to snow. And snow. And snow. Within minutes, the road was nearly invisible. [...]
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Posted on February 9, 2011 by Aunt B.
Today it’s hit me. I haven’t been able to walk the dog in three days. I feel like my whole life is moving from one seat to another. And I have no window in my office, so everything has a “it might rain” type not-quite-well-lit glow about it. And so, it turns out, I cannot [...]
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Posted on February 9, 2011 by Aunt B.
I picked up The Ghost Writer because I love a good ghost story and because I read it was written in first person and I wanted to see what Harwood was doing when it came to issues of “how many times do you say ‘said’ before your reader gets annoyed?” But people in his book [...]
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Posted on February 8, 2011 by Aunt B.
So, my little neighbor is finally getting the hang of this walking thing. When we were visiting yesterday, she was showing off her great walking skills, which, when we got there, mostly involved having to have a hand on something for balance, but by the time we left, involved her exploring the center of the [...]
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Posted on February 8, 2011 by Aunt B.
(I wrote this for Pith, but they’re working on something bigger about the same thing, so I brought the poor orphan home.) Okay, clearly the Dean Administration has no shame. It turns out Jim Fyke’s $60,000-a-year part time job was just the tip of the iceberg. Joey Garrison reports: According to multiple sources, Tam Gordon, [...]
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Posted on February 8, 2011 by Aunt B.
You know what they say-when you criminalize knives on chickens, only criminal chickens will have knives. Or something. I can’t believe they decided the man had an accidental death. How the fuck do you get attacked by an armed chicken and your death is an accident? I’m getting me a whole hit squad of armed [...]
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Posted on February 8, 2011 by Aunt B.
Oh, Glen Casada, it must be weird to be you.
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Posted on February 7, 2011 by Aunt B.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that I read the wrestling match in the first chapter to the Professor–the first I have even looked at the book while it’s stewing, but I couldn’t resist. And I felt good about it. I had some minor tweaks that I wanted to make, but I liked how it [...]
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Posted on February 7, 2011 by Aunt B.
I swear we talked about this once, and sussed out the differences, but I’ll be damned if I can find it. Am I imagining? I thought Bridgett had some insights. Anyway, I want to think about it again, the differences between signs, omens, and portents. I think an omen is something recognizable by everyone with [...]
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Posted on February 7, 2011 by Aunt B.
I really should just move from Yahoo over to Google, but I have had my Yahoo account for so long that I can’t quite believe that I can’t just reform it into something that doesn’t suck. But I have to complain anyway. I have gotten at least 30 emails since the College Professor emailed me [...]
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Posted on February 7, 2011 by Aunt B.
1. Elias is talking some more about our Old Friends and how those archetypes haven’t really left us. I’m wondering what kind of line you can draw from Tyr to the mechanized men of our time–Iron Man, the Terminator, Robocop, what’s his face in Blade Runner, the Bionic Man, maybe. Hell, even the Tin Man’s [...]
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Posted on February 6, 2011 by Aunt B.
The Professor brought over a beer treat this afternoon. She brought a raspberry beer and a chocolate beer and mixed them together and we drank it and it was delicious! I had no idea you could mix beers. I have lived a sheltered life.
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Posted on February 6, 2011 by Aunt B.
Posted on February 6, 2011 by Aunt B.
I thought this was awesome. I’m not a Linkin Park fan at all, but I really enjoyed this performance. A guy had a police siren bullhorn thing. Everyone was playing the drums. Everyone was singing. At one point a guy wandered on to hand another guy a guitar and the chorus to the song had [...]
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Posted on February 5, 2011 by Aunt B.
My dad called with some scheme to get me to plot with him to convince some friends of ours to name their baby in a way that would allude to some phrase she always used with my dad. Or so my dad said. I didn’t remember her using this phrase, but my dad and I [...]
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Posted on February 4, 2011 by Aunt B.
My mind is blown, this is so awesome. We just can’t let go of our old friends, can we?
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Posted on February 4, 2011 by Aunt B.
I’ve been working all week on feeling like crap and it’s finally paid off! Too bad I can’t stay home and sleep it off. I’ll get to that tomorrow, I guess. Anyway, here’s what I’ve been thinking about. Remember that mom who let her little boy dress like Daphne for Halloween? Well, her pastor took [...]
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Posted on February 3, 2011 by Aunt B.
I don’t know where I got that idea. She’s about to turn 90. She wanted to be a History teacher, but the History department at Illinois State told her they were saving spaces for the men and that she should go take Home Ec. When she told me that, she said “What men? There were [...]
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Posted on February 3, 2011 by Aunt B.
Good god, she’s an elderly lady, but when she gets running, she’s still very strong. So, there I was at one end of the leash, behind a large branch that had fallen in the yard and there she was determined to race the cat to the kitchen and, man, I don’t know how I caught [...]
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Posted on February 2, 2011 by Aunt B.
I decided, in honor of my period of stewing and half-assed quilt making, I would buy myself Jewly Hight’s new book. Amazon’s all “Oh, you won’t get it until the middle of March,” but I don’t believe them. I think they’ll ship it out to me as soon as they get it, which I think [...]
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Posted on February 2, 2011 by Aunt B.
Weirdly enough, I don’t have much of a position on the whole Bitch magazine list controversy. It is just a list and they should be able to revise it how they see fit, while also being called, deservedly, on the carpet for their weird revisions. That being said, I am curious about two things. Will [...]
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Posted on February 2, 2011 by Aunt B.
So, apparently Mike Jameson had to charge the city council to actually think hard about whether they believe people choose to be gay. Which is embarrassing, to put it mildly, that we have to be held hostage to assholes. And you know all the things people say–”Why would anyone choose to be gay?” etc. But [...]
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Posted on February 1, 2011 by Aunt B.
You can hear it whipping around outside and the wind chimes are ringing like crazy. It almost sounds like we are in a big jug someone is blowing across the lip of and it makes me wonder whether that’s true, that the shape of the hills might make a noise when a strong enough wind [...]
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Posted on February 1, 2011 by Aunt B.
So, a while back, when the Butcher had the bug to end all bugs, I was in the shower in our one bathroom when he burst in and said “Don’t come out” and proceeded to poop in a small, enclosed space, while I was trapped in the shower, while he apologized profusely and was suitably [...]
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Posted on February 1, 2011 by Aunt B.
Tracy Moore called Marsha Blackburn, Scott DesJarlais, Phil Roe, and John Duncan to find out just when it is they think a woman has been raped enough for it to count as forcible. Like, if he restrains me, but doesn’t punch me, am I not raped enough? If he drugs me but waits until he’s [...]
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