Did they ever make The Facts of Life action figures?* As recently mentioned at Cranky, I’m at a loss over how to proceed with the Firefighter review. Since dispatches from the McCheese office are usually only stickied for 24 hours, I’ll catch you up to speed: Firefighter, a Nancy McKeon telefilm from the mid-’80s, was […]
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Last night I was under the gun, having issued a Mayor McCheese press release the evening prior, and felt my only hope for posting the When the Vows Break review before bed was to silence my phone. It had been a couple days since I’d last heard about Youngest Sister’s shenanigans and by my calculations
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For the second time in less than a year, I forgot to pay a bill that normally wouldn’t escape my attention. The $13 sum was trivial and the error, like the late mortgage payment, was caught within the grace period. Unlike the utilities (and now the mortgage, too), our credit cards aren’t set to autopay;
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First of all, I’m not entirely sold on the title of this post, but a musical reference was needed and calling this “Drinkn’stein” wouldn’t have made any sense when I’m a teetotaler. (If you’re already lost, that’s probably a good thing; it means you’ve wasted far less of your life than some of us have
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It figures something like this happens on a night I can’t watch tennis: the Alcaraz/Zverev match has been suspended due to swarming bees. Is the ghost of Gloria Swanson haunting this year’s BNP Paribas Open? Is Iga Świątek their new queen?* While we’re asking questions, when will I post a new review? There’s a slight
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When I fell in my driveway today, I didn’t bother looking to check whether anyone saw; it’s a busy street and if dog-walkers and stroller-pushers somehow missed that special moment, neighboring porch cams might’ve still preserved it for all eternity (or until it’s auto-deleted from the cloud).* Instead I thought “Figures,” because in the seconds
Made a video today about my overdue review, Parkinson’s problems, family fun (that is not fun), etc. The living room makes an appearance and you see how my work on the model house progressed throughout the afternoon. It’s not exactly Frederick Wiseman or the Maysles Brothers, but it’s more honest than most recent Netflix-produced documentaries.
This is less a proper post than a lament: Crankenstein and I watched Poor Things tonight and Leave Her to Heaven last weekend, and together they reminded me enough of my former not-quite marriage that I’m left feeling hollow in ways that are hard to describe. I write a lot about my former partner without
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“Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?” Destiny’s Child asked in “Independent Women, Pt. 1,” a runaway hit from the Charlie’s Angels (2000) soundtrack, and it’s a question we’re still asking all these years later. At the end of last week’s Black Death post, I singled out Kate Jackson fans for their humor and
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The painted ladies birdhouse is almost complete and only needs a few touch-ups; this is the last photo I’ll share. Not too shabby given the inferior quality of the wood and my general ineptitude. This morning I worked on techniques for achieving an ‘aged’ look with paint. I’d like to make an abandoned mining town
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