The Land of the Misplaced Apostrophe's

R.I.P. R.E.M. One of two or three of the most formative bands in my life, and although I was sorely bummed to hear that they had decided to...

How to feel like Martha Dumptruck: Go out on the town to do karaoke. Forget to tell friends you're going out. Find out that the bar...

I'm allergic to sensitive chick music. (Is that harsh? Oh well.) Now, by this, I don't mean goddesses like Aretha. Nor powerhouses...

Ten years ago today, I had just finished the most amazing weekend with a guy who had suddenly entered my life just three weeks prior. He was...

Slow day down here at work. Colleagues have all left for the day, and my stomach commenced to grumbling for lunch. So I traipsed on down to ...

Prefab Sprout - Jordan: The Comeback : Painful. Critics swoon over Prefab Sprout. And I demand that they justify themselves. This overlong a...

Storms. Good god, I love 'em. Too often here in Denver, we get the huge clouds, the darkened skies, the thunder, a fair bit of wind, som...

Ambien - No long and heavily-researched rant here. But I've heard so many horror stories about this drug. One friend took Ambien before...

Things that are making this morning one of the coolest in memory: Completed landscaping. When Mr. Man and I moved out to bum-fuck Kansas tw...

I've enjoyed Tina Fey, sure. I won't claim outright crazy fandom...I've never watched an episode of 30 Rock, nor do I know much ...