Days of Independence
A photo posted by Krista Garcia (@goodiesfirst) on Jun 25, 2015 at 8:41am PDT I was feeling especially stalkery a few weeks ago and thankfully most of it is out of my system because I […]
Mostly Me
Summer
I was in the pseudo-Catskills for the past four days. I was told that Hudson isn’t technically in the Catskills and it’s certainly not culturally. I’ve never experienced quite a concentration of ramshackle bougieness crammed […]
Stalkers Gonna Stalk
Huh, that was some upbeat craziness I posted last. Nothing has happened since then to counter any of that positivity, which is to say nothing bad has happened. Nothing great either. Nothing has happened at […]
June
I’m just going to say it. The first five months of this year sucked ass. Eggs, maybe? Sugar-free hard candy? Something. From June onward it’s going to be awesome, though, I can feel it. Something […]
Wormholes
I couldn’t tell you the exact date, but Memorial Day weekend is more or less my move to NYC anniversary. That’s 17 years. If I stayed in Portland instead and immediately made a baby, it […]
Dumb and Dumber
I think I’ve not posted here in a while. Maybe I have. I don’t know because I have drug-induced brain damage. I don’t even remember if I’ve detailed my issues with ocular migraines. I do […]
The Milk and Honey Route vs. The Green Chile Cheeseburger Trail
All of my TV love may be finally converging. Without being spoilerish–though I hold contempt for spoiler crybabies–my favorite storyline of Mad Men’s soon-to-end final season is Don going full hobo. I’ve lightly touched […]
Furnished
I will never not be amused by products and characters with my name, a development that’s only really emerged in this century. (The first instance I can recall is Crysta in FernGully, which does predate […]
Padding
Maragaret Cho telling The New York Times that she doesn’t always get her period anymore at 46 made me laugh. This is the new Gen X humor. Because I don’t follow Margaret Cho I didn’t […]
Right Here, Right Now
Where were you on 9/11? That seems like something someone–no one I know but a kind of someone–would ask. And in fact it is the first Google autosuggestion when you type: where were you… I […]