October 2010
3 posts
This Shows I Care, Right?
I’m a bad aunt. I’m so bad that instead of apologizing to my brother and sister-in-law for forgetting their son’s second birthday three months ago (as well his birthday last year), I’m going to compose crafty excuses in a neat little blog post.
See, I don’t have kids. I’m 33 and constantly surrounded by others my age who are also childless. We are of a people who live in a selfish bubble,...
Exercise Your Right to Crap TV
I joined a fancy pants gym this week. At my new fitness center (as opposed to my old Parks and Rec gymnasium, which for $72 a year, I had access to two very loud cardio machines and a view of a concrete wall), I am now in stimulation overload. Eight flat screens dangle from the lofty ceilings, and each 2010-edition elliptical machine comes with its own built-in television and a dozen channels -...
All Aboard My Vehicle to Unstarving Artistry
While I try to stick to the general theme of this blog (the general being the ownership of the personal) and (godwilling) offer a few laughs at the expense of my neuroses and half-cocked opinions, I’m not trying to fool you about what’s really going on here: any blog (let alone that of a writer) is just a marketing scheme to further a bigger cause (in this case said writer’s...
