@jolie I was trawling Twitter for Awl and Choire updates, the way you wander the halls of your apartment building during a blackout, looking for someone with their door open and playing WNYC on an old transistor radio. (Ah, the magical blackout of 2003.)
@MisterHippity Google told me that The Awl "got a girl that way."
@sharilyn She has to be a stay-at-home mom to protect her kids from getting the crap beat out of them daily by other kids for having dopey names.
I thought "having it all" meant being rich enough to not have to work.
@NinetyNine What? And wake him up?
I tell myself stories to fall asleep, or justify my credit card balance.
I give them $5. If I get a comment or snotty look from the cashier (which I usually do), I tell them I'll be needing the other $20 when I go to their cafeteria for a coffee and a muffin.
On Did You Accidentally Fertilize An Egg During Hurricane Sandy, Thereby Bringing About The End Times?
My parents were in New England during Hurricane Carol (August, '54) and I was born in May '55. It might be a weird reason to come into the world, but it can't be any worse than say, a some misguided urges caused by a tew foo many Appletinis and a Netflix streaming of "Love, Actually". I'll take chaos and destruction over that any day.
This explains mayonnaise, chamber music, and sex with men with full beards.
@CaptBackslap This is obviously a shot from a tech-themed porn movie. "Repetitive Motion SINdrome". "Wow, Dirk that's such a...big tablet. Can I touch your screen?"