Tag: Stee
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Party Girl #4 Rocks!
Want to see Buttleman, the movie starting one talented stee (and Deadwood‘s John Hawkes), directed by one talented Francis Stokes, with music from the incredibly talented Adam Blau and a cameo of yours truly? It’s as easy as going to your local indie video store and taking part in the Had To Be Made film…
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Three Questions
A few months ago I was asked to write a piece for Fresh Yarn. It was the first thing I ever brought to our writing group (which I hope stee starts up again soon). I’ve been a fan of this site from the beginning and have been anxiously waiting for my piece to go online.…
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Me, Me, Me, Blah, Blah, Blah
Sometimes the week gets away from me, in terms of this website. When that happens, when a huge week goes by and I haven’t been writing about it, the thought of trying to catch up can seem quite daunting. I’m having one of those weeks when I wonder why we have this relationship, you and…
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Big To-Do
So the holes in my yard aren’t caused by skunks. We’ve been spraying for grubs, sprinkling hot pepper and keeping motion detector lights on, and while I haven’t seen any more skunks skulking around, the holes didn’t cease. Then last week, when I was planting some tulip bulbs in the name of M. Tiny, I…
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Question: What do you get
Question: What do you get when you’re staying at your mother’s house with your fiance, trying to be on your best behavior? Answer: A hickey. A big ol’ tenth-grade hickey that looks like someone took to your neck with a thick-ass rope. A huge hickey that cannot be contained, even with three layers of base,…
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Anytime, Anywhere
Maybe I get cocky when I wear my America Is Scary t-shirt. People tend to stare, and sometimes make disapproving faces, so I have to keep my shoulders squared, my guard up, and be ready to defend myself, at least mentally, because shit, it can get scary out there these days. So when stee and…
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potholes in my lawn
We are on the porch, working, enjoying both the view and a very rare quiet moment. I’m taking a break to update you on Skunk Watch 2004. We have motion-sensor lights in front, so we left those on last night. I also sprinkled enough cayenne pepper on my front lawn to turn those grubs into…
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I Suddenly Have a Lot of Keys
The letter from a San Diego librarian kept reappearing while packing up the old house. I didn’t know what to do with it, or where to put it, so it was circling the house until it was one of the last five things boxed up. There are always those last three boxes of crap that…
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last day in silverlake
Howard Stern is on and we’re drinking coffee while writing, our morning ritual, but I’m on the floor and the computer’s resting on an overturned laundry basket. stee’s in his underwear because we forgot to turn on the only collection of clothes last night before we went to sleep. We woke up to dirty clothes…
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We’re like a bunch of Anna Paquins around here, “But we love the piano! We want the piano! We need the piano!” But the piano, it will not fit in the new house. It’s been stee’s piano since he was five. This makes me love the piano even more intensely, probably because I don’t have…