We live in a time when it’s utterly unremarkable, coolly commonplace, to scroll past headlines like “How Hatred Came To Dominate American Politics” and “A Caterpillar With Vomit-Inducing Poison Fur Is Taking Over Virginia.” I think we’d best get cookin’.
It’s not the third British invasion. Kind of a shame, too, because the music scene can always use a refresh, but Lewis Capaldi, Ed Sheeran, and Rag’n’Bone Man don’t make for much of a wave. There is, however, a second wave of tiny Terran aliens crashing around the world.
For certain members of our community, now is the time of year when clean slates are sought and when forgiveness is begged, received, and given. It’s a time for one big, fat “mea culpa” and a giant “hey, no probs” in return. There are songs sung about being unworthy (a word that ALWAYS makes me […]
I hope today gives you what you want. But I trust today will give you what you need.
There’s something about September that makes us wistful. By “us,” naturally, I mean exclusively humans. Cats are mercifully devoid of all the wist that twists us in nostalgic knots.
For the past 6 months, many of us have spent an inordinate amount of time wearing out our sofa cushions. Recent reprieve notwithstanding, pajamas are getting threadbare, and sourdough is so 2 months ago.
“The Final Countdown” may be your #1 favorite song. You may enjoy using words like “ergo” and “hence” as frequently as possible. You may only and always consume day-old bagels (and pronounce them “beggles”). You may stop what you’re doing every day at noon to pray for the Pope’s sciatica. You cannot possibly be too […]
“They” say it’s always darkest before the dawn. This year, though, seems dark side of the moon dark. Darker than the deepest corner of a walk-in closet dark. Darker than a stormy midnight when the power is out and there is nobody around.