Enter to win!

OK, starting now, anybody who comments today has to leave an adjective [describey word!] and a noun [object word!].

Yes. I am going to be doing reader-generated mad libs.

Also! I have three framed pieces of Supafine art. I would like to give them away. Any takers, leave a commment. They’re photographs of Baltimore-related hooiness. [Apparently, what I think about Baltimore is: fat people, trash cans, salt. Sounds about right.]

January 31, 2006 | Filed Under baltimore | 26 Comments

Guilty Pleasure: The Backyardigans

Backyardigans cast CBS, 7:30 a.m., Sundays.

Their round little digital bodies! The songs! Austin’s neurotic freakouts! Tyrone’s raspy voice! My sister made me watch this show when she came out to visit last year and I am hooked.

I’m fairly positive Owen couldn’t care less about it, but I’m the mama. So every week we’re awake and drinking our coffee-slash-bottles as we wake up to cheerful tunes about pirates and vision quests and smelly, bubbly mud pits. It’s awesome.

January 29, 2006 | Filed Under minutiae | 9 Comments

Wearing the hat Dani’s mom made

» Dani
» Post in which I mentioned the hat and his staunch refusal to let it leave his head

January 28, 2006 | Filed Under baby, pix | 2 Comments

Need a new catchphrase

I mean seriously.

January 28, 2006 | Filed Under minutiae | 1 Comment

RegularPeopleCon 2006!

Must be this petulant to ride. Offer not available in all markets. Subject to participation. Vices may vary.

January 27, 2006 | Filed Under minutiae | Leave a Comment

Congratulations!

You are a wiener!

Continuing to throw the suck, as Jen put it:

• So … guess what Iain bought me? UTZ CHEESE BALLS, bitches. I am orange, head-to-toe. Also, a little bloated. Also, very heppy.

• Reader’s Digest, y’all. If “Humor In Uniform” doesn’t make you laugh, then I suggest you get x-rayed, cause your funny bone be busted. I read it. Every MONTH. What? It’s America in your pocket and you know it.

• Rum. That’s it, rum. Well, and some Pepsi. But mostly. The Rum. Need more. rrrrrr Rum.

• bootybootybootybooty.

January 27, 2006 | Filed Under blather | 7 Comments

I am my father’s daughter

Here I sit in the quiet lamplight, offspring in bed and spouse reading a book beside me. Tinny trumpety jazz is playing low on the laptop as I clickety-clack on the keyboard.

Swap the Maynard Ferguson for Miles Davis, give me more of a beard, and I’d actually be my Dad.

Whoa. The apple has fallen like two centimeters from the tree.

January 26, 2006 | Filed Under family unit | 4 Comments

In the booty of the night

Booty is Creepy.
Takin’ Care of Booty.
Blinded By The Booty.
Dude [Looks Like A Booty]
The Night They Drove Old Booty Down
Eight Days A Booty
Subterranean Homesick Booty
I Shot The Booty
Booty Green
Booty of Broken Dreams
Rocky Mountain Booty
Head Like A Booty
Is There Any Booty Out There
Sympathy For The Booty

Maybe if I say it enough, it won’t be funny anymore? Because I can’t stop saying it. BOOTYBOOTYBOOTY! HA!

January 26, 2006 | Filed Under neuroses | 3 Comments

Blogging: Is Sucky Content Better than No Content At All?

Because I totally do that, throw sucky stuff up here. [As if you couldn’t tell! HAR!]

And then I tell myself, “Hey, Self. You could be writing masterpieces of content, King Content, cry-your-fucking-eyes-out content … if you really WANTED to, Self. I believe in you. It’s just that you’re just too busy. And lazy. But you do have the potential, and that is what matters.”

Except when I trip-trip back through the archives and look at posts that I thought were grade-A Quality Shit, I see that they are, in fact, just regular shit.

And my one self gets all defensive toward my other self, scowling and sighing and making with the passive-aggressive crossing of arms and cold body language, and my OTHER self is like, whatever, bitch, you think you shit but you ain’t shit. And then my third self is like Hey! Watch the language, you two, I’m trying to remember the words to Pat-A-Cake.

Now, do not comment in the vein of “But Supa! Your writing is pristine! It is pure and good like a crystalline lake of … of sugar! And … diamonds! The good kind, not the zirconian kind!”

I will not stand for it. Instead, I want to know if and how often you toss sucky content on to your site and whether you feel as defensive yet slightly guilty about it as I do.

And then? After we probe our assorted blogging philosophies, we’ll all don these T-shirts:

… in a defiant yet self-conscious manner and then go have some margaritas.

January 26, 2006 | Filed Under geek | 13 Comments

Once more, with feeling

BOOTY.

Just had to get that in there.

You know, there’s nothing so bad that the sight of your baby asleep with his rump all up in the air won’t make better. Like a little caterpillar, he is.

January 26, 2006 | Filed Under baby | 5 Comments