So, someone smashed out my car window last night. They didn’t take anything, there wasn’t anything to take in there anyway, other than I guess my peace of mind. The car runs fine, the window is going to get fixed, and really the only lasting damage will be to my wallet. I did tape up the window with plastic wrap in an attempt to do some DIY repairs to the car, but that all but dissolved while driving on the highway.
Lately, I’ve been feeling very wistful about my time in high school, and specifically about my time in high school theatre. In spite of how I described myself at the time, I was 100% a theatre kid. I was in Read more…
What do you do when you want to make a cold open for your trivia show, tell Tom to put up his green screen, then don’t have anything written an hour before you were scheduled to shoot? This.
In case anyone is wondering, I spend most of my day doom scrolling through social media and news sites, making sure that I don’t miss anything EXPLOSIVE about the election. Anything DERANGED. Anything ABSOLUTELY INSANE.
Peanuts announced that It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! will be streaming exclusively on Apple TV+ this holiday season. Upon hearing this, I may have threatened to fight the CEO of Apple.
It’s really a problem how much I enjoy ice cream. Some people have alcohol as their vice, others cigarettes. For me, it’s sweets. Anything sweet, I want it.
So there I was, enjoying a nice afternoon walk on a warmer than average fall day, on my way to check in on Milo the Bookstore Cat, when, much to my surprise, I am greeted by the early stages of the Cathedral Square Christmas Tree. The leaves on the trees have only barely started to fall, and yet, the Christmas season is apparently already beginning.
On Sunday, Annah and I met up with her Mom and her Aunt and did what all cool and hip Millennials do: we went to an antique shop. Well, we went to both a flea market AND an antique shop, because we’re wild and can’t be tamed.
Sounds dirty, right? “Oh hey there you little leaf peeper, stop lookin in my bathroom window!” It’s not quite that.
Never judge a book by its cover? What am I supposed to judge it on then, its content? But that would require me to read, and I can’t read!
