December 2011
30 posts
Final Destination
Thank you all for your tips, suggestions and concern that someone will have to scoop my charred remains into a tattered New Balance box tomorrow morning. I love you, Internet.
BUT.
Now I have a chorus. Every time the smoke alarm squeals, my upstairs neighbor drops what sounds like a box of scrap metal on the floor while shouting a mix of obscenities that make me think English isn’t her...
R.I.P.
I just know this is going to end up on the Yahoo! homepage tomorrow: Woman Electrocuted By Smoke Alarm She Blogged About JUST MINUTES BEFORE HER DEATH.
As long as I’m described as “impossibly lithe” somewhere in the first two paragraphs, I’m OK with this.
SMOKE ALARM FOLLOWUP
OK, this makes me feel very John McClane. It’s a First Alert brand OF POSSESSED PLASTIC SHIT. There are three wires connecting it to a potential death tangle crammed into the ceiling. The black one is labeled “Wire”, the Orange is “Interconnect” and the White is Neutral. Can I touch any of those? And by “touch”, I mean “grab with both hands and yank...
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“I’m going to need a SWAT team ready to mobilize, street maps covering all...”
– Dr. Who, reading my to-do list for the day
How the Grinch Stole...a Gray Hoodie →
… I ordered a couple of Christmas gifts online, carefully logging their tracking numbers and arrival dates into an Excel spreadsheet because that’s what lonely people do. All but one had arrived before I packed my bags, and I knew that box and I would probably pass each other on an air traffic controller’s computer screen. Sure enough, according to the UPS website, it was...
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Jesus! You just a baby You ride a donkey I drive Mercedes Jesus, I’m so much better than you
I’m still not tired of this.
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“The very nicest thing Hollywood can possibly think of to say to a writer is that...”
– Raymond Chandler
Calling The Internet I-Team
Ok, I adopted a kid from the Angel Tree at the Y and—I’m saying this without any of my regularly-scheduled sarcasm—doing this is always my favorite part of December.
According to this snowflake-shaped piece of construction paper, my 9-year-old girl would like to unwrap some Spiderman and Iron Man action figures, so I’m guessing she’s pretty much the raddest ever and...
