Monthly Archives: September 2008

Sorry, it’s been on my mind. A previous post with a similar title elicited some worried friends of mine to worry about my attitudes toward money. In case anyone in the blogosphere cares, it was a piece written in humor, … Continue reading →

My childhood friend Jen over at SpritesKeeper.com hosts an event each week called Spin Cycle, where bloggers produce their takes on a certain topic. While I’m trying to get away from deep thinking and furrowing into my brain too much … Continue reading →

A sampling…. Good news: John McCain and Barack Obama didn’t maim each other in Friday’s debate. At least not physically. Wonder who would win in a knock-down brawl. The old man has some military training. He probably knows pressure points. … Continue reading →

I’m going to laugh. Really, I am. I know times are tough. Wall Street is in the tanker. We’ve got marginally intelligent humans running our government. Gas costs more than a decent meal at McDonalds. I don’t care. I’m going … Continue reading →

I’m trying out this new thing. It’s called “a budget.” So, I’m regurgetating some skills I amassed in my lean college years (although I feel poorer now than in college, go figure).  I look for two for one deals at … Continue reading →

As a reporter, I often wonder if my job isn’t just a collector and curator of facts and figures, put together in a digestable form, to inform the uninformed masses. Or something more. Like a seeker of Truth. Notice the … Continue reading →

If you lead a boring bland life, and want to know what it’s like to be a raging loon, here’s some ways to get there: 1. Stare at a spot at the wall. For hours. Eventually, that spot will turn … Continue reading →

What was that? A dream that knocked me out of sleep, drove the heavy thoughts from my laden head? The alarm, perhaps, a trilling sound weaseling its way into my subconscious?  A dull thump on the stairs, weighted boots pounding … Continue reading →

The grandest of choices. Women all over thrust these choices against each other, usually in humorous rejection of the opposite sex, and find that they do just fine — and sometimes better — choosing red wine and a good book … Continue reading →

I come home and my roommate’s boyfriend is sleeping in her room with the door open. She’s not here. I grab a piece of chocolate cake and retire to my room, switch on “Bones” and think about how depressing a … Continue reading →