"If I owned Hell and Texas, I'd rent out Texas and live in Hell." —Highway to Hell, by...me.
I'm not saying my dog is smarter than me. Because that would be embarrassing.
Saying "Not my president" is like saying "Not my cancer" and expecting your doctor to change your diagnosis. Accepting this is what you have to deal with doesn't mean giving up. It means now you know what you have to get over, around, or through.
Okay, I’m finally ready to talk about 2016. From the beginning of this year, I’ve had to bite my tongue about 2016. It started when David Bowie died on January 10th. (By the way, this post is not about dead celebrities.) Then Alan Rickman, God love him, died on January 14th. And the… Continue reading I’m finally ready to talk about 2016
Today is the last day to register to vote in twelve states: Arkansas, Georgia, Indiana, Kentucky, Louisiana, Minnesota, New Mexico, Ohio, Pensylvania, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Texas. Click below: Vote.gov And here is a guide to early voting on NPR's website. For personalized lists of the candidates running for office in your district (other than the… Continue reading OMG Deadlines
Stuff that's going on today and this weekend. In other news, there will be more news.
I'm not saying I'm lazy, but sometimes it's a lot of trouble getting up off my couch. For one thing, it's an old couch—well, love seat, really—and it doesn't look like a sinkhole, but like a lot of older things, it's not as springy as it used to be. Especially when you've been smooshed into… Continue reading Accio Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.