The curse of perfectionism is that it can compel you to follow through on a terrible, despicable mistake, even after you know what you’re doing is horribly, blood-curdlingly wrong. Do Not Mix Nutter Butters with Ritz Bits. Don’t do it.
They tell you not to mix advil and alcohol, not to dry your hair [...]
Archive for December, 2008
In Which I Combine Nutter Butters With Ritz Bits
Posted in blah school, frumious bandersnatch on December 9, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Behind The Times
Posted in americana, new yorkishness on December 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This article (see photo), that article (especially the part about the professional book club facilitator), and this column (weekly advice for people with a second home) make me want to barf.
Seriously, the New York Times should hire someone, whose full-time job will be to critique the patrician sensibilities of this graying, bourgie publication. Oh wait, [...]
Bloviators!
Posted in frumious bandersnatch on December 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
You can’t be any geek off the street. Gotta be handy with deceit, if you know what I mean, earn your keep! Bloviators! Mic up!
San Francisco is Bill O’Reilly’s latest target. His producer’s footage looks positively Berkeleyesque! Note how he comments that he wouldn’t go to The Presidio at night, and that Fisherman’s Wharf (the [...]
the monday to end all mondays
Posted in americana, frumious bandersnatch on December 1, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Today in my cubicle, which is far less oppressive than it looks in writing, I overheard a co-worker describe this as the ultimate monday, sluggish from the feasts and family of Thanksgiving and aprehensive of frenzied shopping, planning, travelling, and loose-end-tying that mars the otherwise wonderful month of December. It was grey today, which gives [...]
