Some peoples recently got married in this neighborhood. Two of them, I assume, since society really likes its rules about marriage, and for some reason it makes sense to people to have two adults max in the majority of households, though sense says more people means more income, less work, and abundant lovin’. I know…
There was a man who worked at Central Market in South Lake, Texas. His job was a little awkward. He wasn’t a cashier or a bagger or a stocker. He was an attendant. Every time I saw him, he was positioned where the shelves of chips met the end of the chocolate aisle, midway between…
The black comedy. What a delicious combination. Fargo. Shaun of the Dead. Death at a Funeral. So I Married an Axe Murderer. Yes, So I Married an Axe Murderer. What can I say? I was young and impressionable and it stuck like spinach between my teeth. Plus, you’ve got to give a bump in watchability to…
Oh, Once Upon a Time, it’s a damn good thing I’m a slave to subtext (and now to Lana Parrilla). Ah well, it’s hardly the first time I’ve watched a show’s entire run for subtext and hotties alone. I won’t grumble about stuff – like Gold as “family” or Henry as the show’s moral authority….
I hate being angry. Being angry fucks with my writing, and that makes me even madder. That’s why I often go out of my way to ignore current events, because they depress me to a point that I simply can’t function. I’m not so much a “channel your anger into something positive” person as an…
– OR – There’s a Fine Line Between Good Customer Service and Being a Creeper I’ve been a magnet for bizarre customer service this week. Granted, the first one I kind of had coming. That doesn’t make it any less creepy. I mean, just because a young couple in love falls asleep on a raft…