DUDE, SWEEEEET.

This turtle’s best friend is Travis the owl.

I am fully aware of all of this. Just as I’m aware that my Louis Vuitton Alma bag is made of painted canvas. And I know that my Mercedes Benz doesn’t feel like it performs better than my old Honda CRV. But these aspirational accoutrements are part and parcel of keeping up with whatever Joneses by which we measure…

That’s what the blog’s going to be. They’ll save the gratuitously sexual photos of underage-looking women for the ads and make the blog out of the self-righteous verbal diarrhea of the guy who rationalizes the ads.

“I can do this.”

Oh my godddd he is so cuuuuuute he wants to be squishhhhhhed and hugged and have his face eaten with KIIIIIIIISES. AWWWWWW.

...duuuuuuude...

#blessed #GodIsGreat #Jesus

Oh well yes, but He totally helped me get a great parking spot the other day though.

Love the mission. Don’t love the name. This kitten is expressing what I think of dollhouses.

Hmm. Reverse racism literally does not exist; it’s a product of conservative imagination. Women criticize other women more or less constantly, and every time there’s an article here about makeup or waxing, we have to go down the rabbit hole about how women who choose to wear cosmetics or not grow a full bush are part…

Too late to be noticed, I'm sure - but once I saw James Brown in a nice small auditorium, 2nd row. The most amazing moment is when he called for a moment of silence for Hubert Humphrey, "One of the greatest Minnesotan's EVER!"

Ok, so you’ve all heard the rumor of the Man in Black at Springsteen concerts? He finds people with really crappy seats and gives them front row seats? It’s absolutely true. It happened to me at the Ted Constant Center in Norfolk VA. We got tickets at the last minutes and had the worst seats in the house. They were…

A few years back, on the last tour The Barenaked Ladies did before Steven Page left, the band had this program where they got people to volunteer to see carbon offset credits before the concert. In return the volunteers got free tickets, a chance to meet the band, and free t shirts.

I’m an old Seattlite [60 now], so bear with me. There’s been a few.

I’m afraid longer doesn’t equal better ...

When I was 15, my dad ok’d my attendance to Warped Tour with a few friends, knowing I was pretty responsible and being all about the live concert experience. His one pleading instruction was to not “do anything stupid.” A few of my friends smuggled in some vodka or something, but I just smoked a little pot.…

In college, I saw Sublime post-Bradley when they were Long Beach Dub Allstars. It was a small club, and Bud stood next to me at the bar. But I was too scaredy cat to talk to him. Another girl I was with was not too scared, and wound up hanging out on their tour bus smoking weed with them. Damn missed opportunities.