This past Friday I finished the Sauvignon Blanc that I opened some time in June. Delicious.
Speaking of lives not turning out like we expected - I am finding that I am pretty on top of shit at work and it is only occasionally stressful, but my leisure time totally frazzles me. What's up with that?
I had a trauma-riffic therapy session this evening. I think my Mom senses when this happens, because these are the nights she calls me to complain that I never call her.
Oh, Tom. I wish I could say something useful here. Want hairpats or hugs?
If it's not one thing, it's your mother? (Oy. Sorry.)
Windsparrow, I had to read your comment three times and go back and read Tom's because I thought you said: "Want hairplugs?"
Tom,
good wishes to you and hairplugs if you want them.
::sigh:: Ah, the parental irony. I'm so sorry, Tom.
And you're totally right about Nick Denton. I've done too much work for him already, and there isn't enough money to make it right for full time. I think...NO.
Here, have The Greatest Show On Legs (NSFW, but comedy, not sex). I'm trying to think of American comedy where instrumental music becomes so fucking funny, because whatever that used to be, in the early 80s it became one thing only.
Oh Tom, I'm sorry.
I'm reading David Rakoff's last book which is a bit slow going but quite fun.
Tom, I'm so sorry.
t's like, I feel fine with my own day-to-day, but I feel bad that I don't have a kid for my dad to play with.
I will always be thankful that a handful of my friends had babies at the right time for my mom to play grandma with them. Both my parents were always okay with my choice to not have kids, but my mom LOVED babies, and would get a little wistful about not having any around.
(Relatedly: thank you, Plei. Because.)