If there’s one thing I’m normally good at, it’s waiting. Early in life, I had no time to waste: I was born a month early, hit most milestones sooner than my siblings, was weaned in practically no time, and spooked an aunt on Halloween by reading the neighbors’ yard signs and decorations when I was […]
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There are three days left in the month and I’m three reviews behind. Even I’m in suspense over whether it’ll get done or if I’ll have to tack the balance on to the four planned for April. I’d like to say I’ve been busy with the Miami Open but that hasn’t been the case. Nor
“You are severely sleep-deprived,” Crankenstein said on Sunday. “Maybe that’s why you missed that payment.” To that end, she tried to let me sleep in on Monday morning by going downstairs to feed Muriel, a task I normally handle. Moments later, she returned to wake me up: “I need help. Muriel–” Mentally, I was wide
A demolition reveals hidden treasures; spotted while walking to lunch. This is very much in the spirit of the ghost town I want to build and is a scene I might try to recreate.
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Muriel isn’t the first animal that greets you when you step onto our porch: Gerard’s an antique that’s supposedly been with the house for as long as it has existed (meaning he’s close to 100 years old). He’s handsomer than modern knockoffs and looks perfect on our door, an arched monstrosity that’s 3.5″ thick and carved
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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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