My eating habits while my husband is away can best be described as "raccoon-like", so I'd be interested in hearing of any solutions.

These stone fruit and berry pies I've been encountering this summer have been better than any pie I've ever had at Thanksgiving. I had a blueberry pie made with homegrown blueberries last weekend that nearly stopped my heart. The woman who made it picked the blueberries herself, and then made the damn pie! I'm a city…

I had seared tuna on Monday, flank steak on Tuesday, and I'm going out for tacos tonight. If I can round this out with some good Italian sausage and maybe pasta salad by the end of the week, I'd say I'm having one freakin fantastic food week.

I just acquired first-pressing issues #2-16 of American Splendor. I've read a few of the issues before, but I can't wait to read them in order.

I just watched the Simpsons episode guest-starring John Waters, and it made me so, so happy. It's probably the most family-friendly thing he's ever done, but the episode has aged pretty well.

I would just do your homework. Pay attention to the potential rental's reviews, not just the amenities and price.

I actually feel really bad for Liefeld- by all accounts he's a really nice guy. He never seems to have a bad word for anyone in comics, and yet shitting on his (admittedly terrible) art has been the cool thing to do for some time now.

Those are fighting words, sir. Don't make me take my gloves off.

When a song so defines a group of people that embody everything you hate, sometimes that makes you hate the song even more.

I have no problem with attacking people who like Sublime, but then I have a high threshold of musical pretension. The OD comments were kind of bullshit, though. Let's be real here, Cobain was just as much of a junkie as the Sublime dude and Jim Morrison. There was nothing noble about any of their deaths, they were…

I'm astounded that a bunch of pop culture/media nerds here are so butthurt about a guy complaining about Sublime. Guys, if you listen to Sublime, it means you have bad taste. It doesn't make you a bad person (necessarily), but you do have bad taste. Get over it, and let this guy be an angry young man.

I'm not a fan of children as a rule, but I know once I have one of my own my from-memory recitation of "The Twistable Turnable Man" will be a big hit.

Wrote a thing during the day Friday that I really love but can't bring myself to publish yet, because it's a little personal. Went out with a friend Friday night and talked about sex and her upcoming wedding. Went to a family BBQ on Saturday.

I have nothing constructive to add this but NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPETY NOPE. Ugh, I'm itchy just thinking about it. What a nightmare.

The footprint in metal! THE WOMEN'S FOOTPRINT IN METAL. I still can't get over the creepiness of that.

I just finished up the Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. It's the first novel I've read of hers. She was one of those authors that had always come highly recommended to me, but I'd never read any of her work. I didn't think I could handle reading Handmaiden's Tale right away, so I picked this book up. I'm glad I did;…

Is your name Mott? My son's name is also Mott!

I wouldn't say I've got my sea legs yet, but you guys give damn good advice! I'm taking all of it to heart. Throwing myself in to my hobbies, developing new ones, spending time with friends, giving my husband some extra loving (he wishes he knew what he did to deserve it!), etc.

Thank you to all who dispensed advice to me last week regarding my recently married ex. Even that guy who obviously got really pissed off at me for even asking for advice!

It's too much of a commitment. There are only two shows I carve out time every week to watch, and one that I desperately try to catch up on but end up at least two episodes behind at any given time. (Mad Men, Walking Dead, and Vikings, respectively)