And then we were 40.

Somewhere in between Xmas and New Years is my birthday.  It’s always vaguely forgotten because of a combination of holiday fatigue and me not really caring about birthdays.  This one is supposed to be a scary one…40…but it doesn’t bother me.  I feel 40.  And sometimes 8.  And occasionally 90.  And on terrible, terrible daysContinue reading “And then we were 40.”

And then the stars of Portlandia renewed my faith in America. Even though they might be Canadian. I should probably check Wikipedia.

So, this morning I got a follow-up email from Fred Armisen, telling me that they personally made sure that their legal department is now aware that they are just fine with sharing birds with the rest of America.  And this photo was attached. THIS is how you resolve a customer complaint: It’s also why IContinue reading “And then the stars of Portlandia renewed my faith in America. Even though they might be Canadian. I should probably check Wikipedia.”

Oh twitter. I don’t know whether I should feel touched or insulted.

Twitter has this new thing where they’ll suggest users you should probably follow based on your tweets.  Here’s who they suggested to me: Honestly, Twitter.  I get enough of that from my father. Comment of the day: Last time I followed Dr. Drew, he called the cops on me. If you can’t handle your legContinue reading “Oh twitter. I don’t know whether I should feel touched or insulted.”

Random Ramblings of an Insomniac: Boobquakes, dangerous squirrels, things we already knew about men

I have insomnia so I’m getting a head-start on National #Boobquake Day; a day when women are encouraged to wear their most immodest outfit to see if immodest women do, in fact, cause earthquakes as reported by Iranian media.  Apparently this is a real concern.  So I put on my most low-cut corset and used myContinue reading “Random Ramblings of an Insomniac: Boobquakes, dangerous squirrels, things we already knew about men”

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