Year: 2008
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I Don’t Have Any Pants, So I Might As Well … Dance?
Last night before I decided to go to bed I happened to scroll through my amazingly cool satellite provider to see what was on (I like to leave the tv on to help me fall asleep so I can wake up four hours later, supremely irritated at whatever is now on, turn the television off…
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So you’ve noticed some changes
And no, I am not done. This is a work in progress. I still have several tweaks to make, features to add and suggestions to implement. Trish gave me a great suggestion last night that I will definitely be adding: making this featured article appear in its entirety on the homepage, rather than having to…
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Are you eating feet again?
Certain foods smell great if you’re the one cooking or eating them, but if someone else is—”particularly at work—”they smell vile. Others only smell good at certain times of the day. Some examples: Chicken Soup: If it’s yours, it’s comfort food. If someone else has it, it smells like a frat boy’s fungused feet. Curry:…
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Pull all the way up to the light, sir.
I don’t understand the motive. We all drive up to traffic lights every day, yet some individuals in our society seem to feel compelled to turn this simple act into a plea for attention, by stopping 23 meters behind the previous car. Perhaps Mumsy didn’t give them enough love. Perhaps they were picked last for…
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Freak Magnet Powers? Activate! Part 2 of 2
The very next night we had a lovely dinner in Royal Oak. Afterwards, I asked Lizz if she wanted to have a flight of wines at Vinotecca, a trendy wine bar in town. She thought that was a lovely idea and we sat outside on their patio so we could people watch. Our sommelier—in sharp…
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Freak Magnet Powers? Activate! Part 1 of 2
We went to our favorite seafood restaurant in posh Grosse Pointe (yes, the same one the John Cusack movie was from). A few minutes before our food arrived, two friends of ours showed up and pushed a table up against ours saying, “We’re gonna to join you, m-kay?” They had just come back from a…
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