So, what are your plans this weekend? I’m going to work on my book proposal, maybe do a little reading, see a movie, perhaps get brunch with friends — oh, wait, NO I’M NOT. Because, as of midnight tonight, Angry Birds — the iPhone and iPad app that has already stolen countless hours of my time, not to mention eaten my soul
— is releasing 45 new Halloween-themed levels. Productivity killed. I might need someone to pop by my apartment in a couple days to flip me so I don’t get bed sores and to remind me to stay hydrated. Keep reading »
If it’s stupid and embarrassing, I’ve done some version of it on a date … and have had to do some pretty impressive damage control to make up for it.
From cartwheeling over a restaurant chair like I was in the “American Gladiators” atlasphere to accidentally saying unflattering things about Hunt’s ketchup (honestly, how could I have possibly known her father worked at Hunt’s parent company, agribusiness giant ConAgra?), I’m an ace at figuring out how to thoroughly embarrass myself. Read more … Keep reading »
“Super average leather brown clunkers, but with pentacle-esque stitching. Like the Christine O’Donnell witch malarky, in shoe form.”
—Tavi, being hilarious and witty as usual on Style Rookie. Think you’d find a pair of these Marios Schwab clogs in Miss O’Donnell‘s closet? [Style Rookie] Keep reading »
When I was in high school, I thought I was too cool for all the crap they played on modern rock radio. Now that I am an old lady, I’ve gone back and listened to some of those songs and can’t believe how good they are. For example, Perry Farrell’s post-Jane’s Addiction band, Porno for Pyros. The song “Pets” is an insta-classic. [YouTube
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