Posting will be light this week, as we'll taking all of this . . . over here . . . . . . tomorrow. I've just finished shredding five years' worth of bank statements and I'm...
The action-figure commentary on Downton Abbey will be over soon, I promise. I know it's a gimmick, but it's a gimmick I love so much. Here's the latest with Edward Cullen, Mr. Sulu,...
In March of 1995 I was sitting at the bar of Jimmy's Oriental Gardens reading James Crumley's The Last Good Kiss when in walked Jack. I had just broken up with a guy and was telling...
Yesterday we looked at a couple of rentals near one of the nicest parks in Santa Barbara, and then we went for a little walk to see the ducks. Unbeknownst to me, it was Show Your Ass To the World...
I appreciate the fact that no one's called me out for not posting ever day like I said I would. It turns out that committing to daily writing, keeping your editors happy, working a straight...
On the way down to Oxnard to pick up Jackson from a sleepover Sunday morning I was going back and forth between Patton Oswalt's Finest Hour and Aziz Ansari's Intimate Moments for a...
A couple of weeks ago I finally got my eyes checked. (Life List! Or, if not Life List, then Life Errand.) After checking my eyes and examining the eBay reading glasses that have been living on top of...
Jack says it's a "potato bug." I almost stepped on this little fellow last week when we were walking along the bluffs. Since it was still wiggling its feet a bit, Jack flipped it...
Videos of people waiting and trying to be still because they think I'm just trying to take their picture delight me for some reason. If that didn't do it for you, maybe my latest thing...
A couple of weeks ago I pulled my old wool royal blue pencil skirt out of the closet, and then I wore it to work and it looked terrible on me all day. It bags in the front and it … Continue...