I’ve been sitting here for 45 minutes, pinging around the web, looking for inspiration. Friends? It isn’t out there, or if it is, I don’t know where it might be. Meanwhile, a lovely day is in progress, and I need to take out the trash. You want bloggage? That I have:
I want it on the record: If, when my daughter is grown, she dresses like, acts like, grooms herself in imitation of, or otherwise appears to be influenced by Kim Kardashian’s entire gestalt in any way, shape or form, I will consider myself a failure.
Sweet Juniper: Your forsythias don’t care you’re gone.
I have agreed to do craft services (i.e., provide food for) a friend’s short film production for one day next month. Meals: 2. Crew/cast head count: 36. Vegetarians: 3. Vegans: 0. Kitchen facilities: Still unknown. Suggestions welcome. I’m in a mood to wow someone. I’m thinking a big ol’ mess of carnitas with enough beans and roasted vegetables to satisfy the non-carnivores. But if you have a better idea, I’d like to hear it.
Rahm Emanuel says he wants to be mayor of Chicago someday. How do the Chicagoans in the room feel about that?
To the gym.