Bring on the Gingko Biloba
I might have to create a dementia category, as that’s all I can seem to talk about this week. Last night right before I left work, I received an email scheduling a 10am Thursday meeting. […]
Third Eye Blind
I’m still torn over wholly entertaining, ridiculously unbelievable Forrest Gump of a movie, Slumdog Millionaire. But I’m more torn over not being able to find a photo of Salim puking after witnessing a fellow orphan […]
The Future is Now
Ok, here’s a perfect example of my increasing dementia. I just got off phone with my doctor’s office after being on hold a million years. When I finally got a human I stated “I need […]
Thanks for the Memories
Do you think it’s possible for medication to cause memory loss? Because diet, exercise, smoking cessation and even a 2008 25-pound weight loss seem no match for crap genes, I’ve been taking blood pressure medication […]
Babies R Us
I thought I’d lost it when I started using Twitter. Now I realize that was only the first step into a downward time-sucking social networking spiral. Yesterday, I did the truly unthinkable and joined Facebook. […]
I See Dead Penises
In my day, grown child stars simply robbed video stores and died of drug overdoses or crippled passengers in quaalude-fueled car crashes. Now we have college-aged Haley Joel Osment drawing phalluses in snow-topped cars in […]
Free to Be You and Me
Blame it on Twitter. Once I got a taste for typing out any ol’ stupid thing that popped into my head, I realized that 140 characters is not enough. I’m just too verbose for microblogging. […]
The Marrying Kind
There are the kinds of girls you marry and those you just have fun with. Or so they say. I feel like Joel McHale is the marrying type (yes, I realize he's not a girl […]
Enough About Me
In 1998 I transitioned from print zine publisher to an online diarist who refused to give in to proper blogging until a late-blooming 2006. Goodies First is said blog; it’s mostly about food. Or at […]
Maid in Japan
Leave it to Vice to write about a maid café with chubby waitresses. Of course Japanese fat is kind of like an American size 8 so take that as you will. I’m more caught up […]