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Archive for February 2004

yule log be a fool log.

On 25 February 2004

ABOUT THE TAMPON CONTROVERSY Many people of the girl persuasion sent e-mail to back me up, that tampons do not just slip out, no matter what. An equal number of people wrote to say that tampon-slippage (really, are you serious? All the way out???) had happened to them. I suggest we form gangs and settle […]

excuse me, david yow, I think you dropped this

On 24 February 2004

Although I drank like it was going out of (Old) Style Saturday night at the Gaper's Block All-Blogger Reading, I do not think I embarrassed myself too badly. I could have done better, of course. I talked too fast, and I slurred a little, probably, and I gushed all over Alex Golub because he's the […]

a MILF for all seasons

On 19 February 2004

I think Jack Black should battle Jack White on some kind of pay-per-view event. Or how about Conrad Black vs Curtis White? That might be even funnier, and certainly a lot more ideology would be riding on the outcome. Although I usually wear black, and I check the box marked “white,” I do not plan […]

render it inoperable

On 17 February 2004

PARENTING IN THE AGE OF ANXIETY My head is still in a strange place. All week I have felt somehow unsafe—not in a personal-safety, look-out-for-that-falling-piano sort of way but in the sense that we live in a Big Scary World Of Scariness, and it sometimes works to bravely stare into the existential void and to […]

a Mao suit and an Afro wig

On 13 February 2004

La la la la la la…what? Huh? I'm sorry, did you say something?I went out drinking last night and while it was fun and social and a nice change of pace from my normal evening routine of wholesome dinner, playing on the rug, and Elmo's World,* I was very out of practice for a drinking […]

kill ratio

On 11 February 2004

MY IRRITATION ON THE BUS, AND HOW IT BIT ME IN THE ASSStopping to let one lone person on, my bus sits and sits and sits and I get increasingly impatient because LET'S GO ALREADY, I AM ALMOST HOME, home being where I get to burst through the door and scoop up the Nora. She […]

hi and welcome to our show

On 8 February 2004

I never read myself because: my god. There is really no need to rehash last week or last month or last year or the LAST FOUR FREAKING YEARS of jittery online self-scrutiny, self-promotion, self-revelation, and plain old self-abuse (in the Victorian, masturbatory sense). Nearly every time I have tried to read old diaries it's been […]

cock of the walk

On 3 February 2004

I have been neglecting my bus crazies. And that is unfortunate, since there has been many a good bus crazy in the past few weeks. Bus crazies seem to enjoy seeing children out and about, and they get very vocal when they see me struggling up the bus steps with Nora strapped to my front […]