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We are 12 days away from the dreaded transition to digital TV – although it’s not so much of a “transition” as it is a “bitch slap.” A belly-flop straight into the lavas of hell. No, I did not purchase a converter box. It’s not that worth it to me. But I will miss my…

Every morning at work, I park the old Honda in a garage, and then walk down 3 flights of stairs, across a little driveway, between some dumpsters, and then let myself in the back door by the loading dock using my key card. It’s not glamorous – especially when someone consistently leaves his or her…

All the single ladies My pal Andy Merrick just posted the beginning of a 3-part series entitled “Why Guys Aren’t Asking You Out.” Andy is one of my favorite people to read, and this first installment had me laughing out loud. In fact, I was still in bed this morning, barely awake, reading until I…

Okay, not to be Miss Bossy Pants, but there are several things that you absolutely HAVE to do. First of all, you have to look up my new pal Neal Carpenter on iTunes – he has one song, “Don’t Give Up On Me,” for sale. And you guys. Believe me when I say that this…

If you had the chance to register for a free 1ml sample of a “unique unisex cologne,” which fragrance would you choose? Grease Monkey The Love of Money Pumpkin Spice Cajun Delight Burning Rubber Fourth of July Ash Tray Magazine Pages Fresh Bread Hot Cookies Again. Just… hypothetically. I’m going with Cajun Delight. Because nothing…

Plastic bagsI have a confession: I’ve forgotten my canvas bag TWICE. Both times, I slunk out of Harris Teeter (oh yeah, did I tell you that the grocery here is called Harris Teeter? Ironically, it was the site of this smudge on my dignity), stealthily surveying the parking lot for any blog readers who might…

For those of you who do not live in the Nashville area: currently, we are experiencing a gas shortage. A gas crisis. The city is out of fuel. Blame it on Hurricane Ike, blame it on the government, blame it on people being worked into a frenzy and hoarding fuel – whatever the reason, the…

For as much as I talk about missing Seattle, a night like last night happens, and I am so happy that I live here.

Remember this? One of my favorite bloggers is finally BACK IN ACTION and offered this insight on the subject. I am fascinated by the things that Clive Thompson so brilliantly writes about – and how weird, really, because I’m kind of an idiot. This remains my favorite of his entries.

On this non-laborious Labor Day, I have known that I am obligated to posting about something that starts with an F. I have been sitting here with the dictionary, furiously flipping folios trying to find a blog-worthy F-word. Fall? Please come soon. Forecast? Hot forever. Felons? Across the street – and old news, anyway. Fedora?…