To improve the level of shaky-photoshop-doodles I keep inflicting upon the Internets, I have signed up for a drawing class. Last night was the first night, and it went well enough, though I was pretty nervous at the beginning because I haven’t taken art class since middle school. My art teacher back then was this [...]
I’ve tried to like oatmeal. I really have. It’s the quintessential good food, the food that probably cures cancer and AIDS and is the long-awaited solution to the Riemann Hypothesis. It apparently lowers cholesterol and rescues kittens from burning buildings. It’s versatile and quick-to-fix, meaning one can put just about anything under the sun on [...]
(Can you tell I have been wanting to use that line forever? I didn’t call my blog “bad metaphor” for nothin’.) Had a dream that I was at a fancy-ish dinner party last night. A bunch of hot shot professors in tweedy leather-patches-at the elbows jackets, dress suits and scowls on their faces. The first [...]
Last night, during exploding tulip’s birthday celebrations, we met up with Anne D., who had a problem. Her friend Jenny was currently in the throes of an Awkward Situation. A mutual friend of theirs, Brian, had really been wanting to go to this concert for ages, and so the two of them purchased tickets and [...]
