The Green Room

A note to the carolers in Pioneer Courthouse Square: If you’re going to get dressed up in Victorian costumes to do your caroling, you probably should not open your concert with “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.”

In my dream last night, Erika Moen had posted her heart shaped tentacles on Etsy, and I went to buy one but they were all sold out. She was exhibiting at a comic convention just down the street, so I went over to her booth to see if they were really all gone. [...]

Things said by a very drunk Ryan while watching one of the cartoons on Monty Python:

That’s unrealistic, knees don’t move that way!
I wish my legs connected like that, so they could run around while I floated down Hawthorne.

Later, he tried to get his finger stuck in the neck of the wine bottle. This is [...]

Fun Internet Timewaster #347: Pick two random Wikipedia articles. Whoever can get from one to the other in the fewest links wins.

Today the library was full of pirates, Santas, furries, and 16th century astronomers. I think the “Keep Portland Weird” festival was a success.

I think the kitten is feeling betrayed. I let him out to play this morning, and about half an hour later it started pouring down rain. I don’t know where he hid at first, but he eventually made it back to the back door, soaking wet and mrowling piteously. He doesn’t understand [...]

My new plan to get caught up on the internet is to mark everything in my gmail inbox and in google reader as ‘read’, and only deal with the new stuff as it comes in. I think this will make me much less crazy. And if it’s that important, they’ll email me again. [...]

So after two weeks of having to choose between being cold or having a flooded basement, I got off the bus this evening to see a van for Sunset Heating & Cooling turning off of our street. Me being excited and this being the age of cell phones, I called my sweetie from the [...]

I just finished reading Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West, by Dee Brown. If you are unfamiliar with it, it is one of those books that everyone should read, but that no one could possibly enjoy. The best kind of guilt is ancestral guilt? America [...]