If you stalk me on Twitter, you won’t be surprised to learn that work has kicked my ass and it’s only Monday. Fortunately for me, I have a very nice husband who likes to talk. That’s right, Lurkdom. Hubby’s at the controls today…. COMEDY INSPIRATION (HOW A NEWS ARTICLE BECOMES A JOKE WHICH BECOMES A BIT) I was asked to
Monday, Monday
Last night, I finished my revisions for FALLING TO NORMAL and I threw imaginary confetti everywhere. This week my goal is to be lazy and just read. I’m starting Tommyland, which in case you don’t know, is Tommy Lee’s memoir. I decided to pick it up after watching his ADHD self on Rockstar Supernova.* If the book is half as
Nella Memoria Del Dio*
RIP, RJD For those who don’t know, Ronnie James Dio passed away yesterday from stomach cancer. He had been the voice behind several bands – Rainbow, Black Sabbath (once Ozzy left), Dio, and most recently, Heaven & Hell. But this isn’t going to be a blog post chock full of what Dio brought to music, how much he meant to
Air Traffic Patterns
Hubby pointed me to this. This is what happened with the air traffic over Europe after that volcanic eruption in Iceland. (Speaking of which, if you want to see some kick-ass photos from there, check out The Boston Globe’s Big Picture.) Airspace Rebooted from ItoWorld on Vimeo. I got to say, it’s pretty neat. And the air traffic makes a
Superstition, or When the Sane Go Crazy
6 1/2 years ago when Hubby only owned the ‘boyfriend’ label, the Boston Red Sox were having a very promising year. They made it to the post-season and, as always, the whole of Red Sox Nation said “World Series Baybee!!” Since now-Hubby is a die-hard Red Sox fan, he wasn’t the exception. Each game night of the ALDS, he would