The Dinner List

Posted by on Nov 20, 2010 in dish | 0 comments I’ve been laughing with Steve Martin since I was in junior high school. That would be during the arrow-through-the-head years. Turns out there’s a lot more to the funny man than “King Tut.” He’s a writer with a wry look at the world (if you haven’t read Shopgirl, please do), a playwright, an art collector, and a Grammy-winning banjo player. Steve Martin lines about everything from Googlephonics...
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Fence Sitting

Posted by on Nov 7, 2010 in dish | 0 comments This year, baby sister has been brave enough to take the NaNoWriMo plunge, and I am happily cheering her on. From the sidelines, it seems. Although I have ideas in abundance, I have revising to do. I have no business trying to write my own headlong draft when I have other responsibilities. No reason to start playing around with the YA story ideas. No…dammit, I have plenty of reasons, but...
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Trick or Treat!

Posted by on Oct 31, 2010 in dish | 0 comments All Hallow’s Eve–or, in other words, a built in excuse to eat too much candy without guilt. This year, Chez mimi will be disgorging a slightly (only very slightly) naughty Alice in Wonderland and a Rastafarian to ply the neighbors for free goodies. Wonder who’s showing up at the door?In the witch’s kettle: fun size Twix, Milky Way, and Three Musketeers. I probably should have bought...
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The Bed List

Posted by on Oct 22, 2010 in dish | 0 comments Gerard Butler…(release long sigh). Scottish. Handsome. Muscles. Wicked twinkle in his eye. Plus, he had the good sense not to take up with Jennifer Aniston despite clamoring urge from tabloid media to do so. (Really, what is it about her? I just don’t get it.) You just know he’d be a rollicking good time. And I do mean rollicking.
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To Autumn

Posted by on Oct 15, 2010 in dish | 0 comments In honor of my favorite season and this week’s lovely cool snap, enjoy this classic ode from John Keats:SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd,...
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Natal Days

Posted by on Oct 6, 2010 in dish | 0 comments My grandfather, accomplished raconteur and all-around gentleman that he was, used to refer to birthdays with the quaint term “natal day” when writing birthday letters and the like. Daddy has picked it up, usually wishing me a happy natal day on one of the cards he sends (one’s always funny, one’s always “a serious card” in honor and mockery of a long-ago Hallmark TV commercial).Well, today is,...
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