Archive for May, 2009

These are the questions that plague my soul

May 28th, 2009

matrixme: i have a question about the matrix
Michael: no one can be told what the matrix is which is why I will now talk about it
me: so in the movie, when they’re all eating wheatie bits or whatever, why couldn’t they just eat through a tube or something while plugged into the matrix? that way, they’d think they were eating steak or whatever. i mean, i realize that would have fucked up the plot, but it seems like such a dumb reason to kill all your friends in the first place. keep reading »

Baby Lavender

May 24th, 2009

baby lavendar

The House Centipedes Strike Back

May 21st, 2009

I have discussed house centipedes before, in particular, manfriend’s blood feud with them. We found three of them tonight, lurking around in our bedroom. Manfriend killed two (little baby ones) and wounded a larger one on the ceiling. Apparently house centipede can ‘detach’ their legs if trapped, and manfriend discovered this the hard way. keep reading »

You’d think we didn’t have better things to do

May 18th, 2009

Mr. & Mrs. T's Bloody Mary MixAlthough we live in a fairly major east coast city, the talk of our extended neighborhood is the new corner store opening up on our block. What makes me giddy is the well stocked shelves of Mr. & Mrs. T’s bloody mary mix. I come from a family of powerful women who consider a good, spicy, full-alcohol bloody mary to be a major breakfast staple, right next to eggs and bacon. As a vegetarian, I can completely get behind this, and whether you’re pouring double shots of gin or vodka in my drink, I’m a happy camper. keep reading »

The Dream

May 16th, 2009

thehouseI have this reoccurring dream, I’ve been having it since I was very little. It goes like this (originally written July 15, 2008):

I have this dream mostly involving being outside of a huge, but clearly abandoned mansion or castle. Vivid details, like dead leaves from a hundred different autumns collecting behind giant black urns on one of the back patios. The dust and grit from rain and wind keep reading »