My Dog is Chelsea

Thanks for everyone’s get well wishes! I’m feel vaguely better today, and by vaguely I mean: “I think I’m ready to haul my ass to video store to get something other than Woody Allen movies.” Actually, worse, I have to work today—3 until midnight—which is unfortunate because I’m still slightly feverish and will be in [...]

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I am sick. Can do nothing but watch Woody Allen movies and mope. Sitting in front of computer is too tiring. Then again, so is Woody Allen. I don’t know why I bother watching his movies. If you’ve seen Annie Hall, then you’ve seen them all, and none of them are better than Annie Hall. [...]

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It has occurred to me that I don’t dedicate enough space on this page to portraying my mother in the positive light that she deserves. Of course, I’ll never cease to find the humor in her technological shortcomings, her lack of tact at key moments, her rhetorical questions, and her bizarre use of cutesy words [...]

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I got an odd email from my mother the other day. It said: I’m on the #1 train. I was simultaneously impressed and dumbfounded for the following reasons: 1) She sent an email from the subway, which means she’s finally figured out how to work her BlackBerry. 2) She has a BlackBerry. 3) The VCR [...]

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The beauty of having a site counter is that it tells you all sorts of interesting details you never thought you cared about—what kind of browser people are using, what their monitor’s resolution is, where they are, whether they prefer Macintosh or Pieces of Crap, etc. You can also use the site meter to discover [...]

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