“Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?†marked my first exposure to a cappella singing groups.
Oh, tell me where!
“Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?†marked my first exposure to a cappella singing groups.
Oh, tell me where!
Me to a co-worker: “I need my time alone. To be healthy and safe for people.â€
Our local newspaper, the Times Union, recently posted the following headline on its FaceBook feed:
“Albany officer Christofer M. Kitto, 34, was charged with patronizing a prostitute, but police say the shooting was justified.â€
It would be genius if I could be entirely sure that they were in on the joke. Sadly, I’m not entirely sure, given some of their typographical errors of late.
The other night I had a dream about Ladurée macarons, which I’ve never actually had the pleasure or privilege of tasting. Definitely a sign for someone to send me some. They do ship. Let me know if you need an address…
Animal prints never much interested me on underwear.
Until Tom Ford told me it was ok.
Not directly, but I understood.
As much as I love words, I abhor when they’re used in home décor.
There is nothing wrong with having chicken parmesan for breakfast.
What is chicken but a wicked old egg?
Tangled paper clips are a cakewalk compared to tangled Christmas tree ornament hangers.
Listen to me, like I have anything to do with either of those things.
Suzie and I were just texting about this other day: is the Erie Canal still operational?
Low bridge, everybody down.
When does the #AlanIlaganIsOverParty start trending? Because I am done with this shit.
Eventually, all things gaudy and in poor taste find their way into my favor. At this moment, that’s a flocked Christmas tree.
If you don’t like it, flock you.