Last night, over happy hour french fries and Cosmos, a co-worker asked me if I would be having a party for my 30th birthday. Actually, she said, “So you’re having a big, fancy party, right?!” I’ve dropped a couple of hints (read: begged more than one bartender) at the Tin Hat requesting that they have […]

So this is why I don’t think the Three Stooges or fart jokes are funny. Apparently, I’m too witty, wordy, and have too many actively firing neurons. Or something like that. I knew there was a good reason. Humor may have gender gap, too

The Big Lebowski is one of my favorite movies of all time. When people ask me what my top five favorite movies are, it is consistently on that list. (Along with the Godfather II and the Last Temptation of Christ. The other two rotate.) So pretty much anytime there is news about it, I email […]

Last December, a few weeks before my birthday, I sat in my mom’s kitchen discussing with her how freaked out I was about turning 29. I wasn’t anywhere near where I’d thought I’d be at 29. Single, in a job that made me miserable, and still bringing laundry home to my parents’ house. In the […]

I went to the gym this morning and was so terribly pleased to see that the only person who had awoken earlier than me was the cute boy I sometimes have the good fortune of sweating simultaneously with. (He’s not the original cute gym boy, whom Miss Glamm and I named, appropriately, Gym. No, Gym […]

This is just outside my office right this very second. I caught this with my fancy schmancy camera phone at lunch time. I just knew it would come in handy sometime very soon. Please note the word “COMPACT” on this particular parking spot. And just in case you can’t see it, yes, that is the […]

I really got out of the habit of blogging everyday last week. One of my favorite things about this site is how it forces me to be present and observant and constantly on the lookout for interesting things to write about (even if it’s my failed attempts at a love life or a rockin’ bod). […]

My sophomore year in college, I lived next door to a girl named Tina who was the only Young Republican I knew. When the Republicans took over Congress in that year’s “Republican Wave” election, she was elated. She kept saying things like “We did it!” and “We’ve taken back what’s ours.” And even though I […]