A Lesson from Magnum, P.I.
Here are the things I like about Thomas Sullivan Magnum, Private Investigator. I like the ineffable cheer with which he greets everyone from a set of prickly guard dogs to a bunch of street thugs: “Hi, guys!” I like that…
I Got Bette Davis Eyes, or How I Learned to Love Fake Eyelashes
This could easily be considered an extension of my last post, about things you’d only ever do on a family vacation. I thought this deserved its own post. Guys, I got Fake Eyelashes. Like, not the goofy panty-waist paper ones…
Idioms in Real Life
That time when I slept like a dog Except, I was in bed. And wearing pajamas. Woke up with a terrible crick in my neck. Gah. My friend who is a rocket scientist In fact, I know TWO people who…
A User’s Guide to Post-Residency*
*Or, any intense period of Doing the Things You Love to Do Most. 1. Upon landing at home airport, immediately feel lost and bereft due to one of the three following reasons: a. Am no longer scheduled to the eyeballs…
Verbagram, the Grilled Cheese Edition: A Tall Tale*
Verbagram: (n.) A thingamajibber in which I make up for my crap food photography by telling you a story about the food in question. — A few months ago, this happened: Don’t quite understand it? It’s okay. It has taken…
The Name Game
Mr. Gooddirt is incredibly good at nicknames. He comes up with them on the fly, and they’re always accurate and evocative and appropriate to the situation. There’s no profession for this, I don’t think, otherwise we’d be living large. He…
