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Some housekeeping going on here. Please pardon the dust.

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Last night I dreamt I auditioned for American Idol.I don't know. Just bear with me.So there I was sitting in a big ass holding room along with all the other hopefuls at some hotel. I can't say for sure but it might have been the La Quinta in Secaucus, New Jersey. But don't quote me on that. Then, suddenly, I was whisked into a smaller room where I was told by a production person that I was going

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I snapped this picture today during a bike ride in Prospect Park: As I was reviewing the day's photos, something about the composition of the above seemed familiar to me. After inspecting it further, it occurred to me that the photo is a near carbon copy of a picture I took a few summers ago in Brighton Beach: Striking similarities, no?

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A knock on the door at around 7:30 this morning startled me from my semi-conscious state. My alarm had gone off about 30 minutes prior but I was enjoying that half-hour lazy grace period I always allow myself.I didn't quite register the knock on the door at first because, at the time, I was entrenched in a very vivid dream. I can't for the life of me tell you what happened in that dream now

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For reasons I can't quite explain, I thought it would be a good idea to watch Halloween H20: 20 Years Later tonight... Alone in my apartment... In the middle of June. Just 'cause.I adore the original and am completely pissed that a perfect story was dicked around with in a series of sequels, one more atrocious than the next. But I watched it anyway and yes, it completely sucked. However, I did

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When approached by a blind man in Brooklyn Heights and asked where Joralemon Street is, it's wise not to point your finger in the proper direction and say, "That way!"You know, so I hear...

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Despite my sickly ways, I managed to hoof it across the Hudson River to visit my family for Mother's Day. Fear not as I made sure to steer clear of the new baby so as not to infect her with my funk. The So-Fucking-Cute-I-Could-Just-Smush-His-Head-One-Year-Old Nephew has a cough as bad as mine so he and I were quarantined together. I sat him on my lap and talked to him... and he pulled my hair. I

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Thanks to lots of shameless shilling on my part and some possible voting irregularities, it seems that Ham & Cheese on Wry is the 2006 TLL Lesbian Blog of the Year. Lori of Hahn at Home technically received the most votes but she removed herself from the running because she felt some people voted for her site more than once. Wow. That takes a lot of integrity and class and Lori deserves high

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Um... so I was just THIS close to Debbie Harry: I took this picture of her at close range, no zoom needed. Why was l'il ol' me rubbing elbows with one Ms. Debbie Harry, you ask? Check out American Midol tomorrow for all the details. I'm not being a tease, really I'm not. It's just that I'll need a good night's sleep to help me process the fact that I was standing within inches of the lead singer

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As some of you may recall, I was recently downgraded from an office to a cubicle here at work. I did my best to suck up the disappointment and embarrassment because causing a scene is not really my style. Um, usually. Prior to the move, my office neighbor approached me and said, "If it wasn't shitty enough that you're losing your office, I hear that we'll both be flanked on either side by some

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Dear Grown Men and Women Who Wear Denim Shirts (or Any Article of Clothing, Really) Adorned with Embroidered "Looney Tunes" Characters:Um, could you not?Thank you,Curly McDimple

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I've found in the 10 odd years that I've been working in corporate America that the best way for management to look busy and effective is to inconvenience their underlings. Boring, senseless meetings are scheduled in Outlook on a weekly basis even though nothing is ever accomplished in those gatherings other than annoying the attendees and the poor admin who had to arrange the thing on behalf of

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In addition to brilliant writing, The Sheila Variations also boasts a band of regular commenters who excel at providing hilarious commentary. The tangents that often ensue are delightful. In fact, I was inspired to compose the following letter thanks to a wonderfully off-topic comment thread that began with talk of a deflated Santa and ended with a lyrical analysis of Band Aid's earnest yet

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I'm sort of lacking in blog inspiration these days. I thought maybe I'd write a holiday weekend recap but when I sat down in front of ye olde PC, I realized that not much happened out of the ordinary. But I'll take a crack at summarizing it anyway. Suffer. Let's see, there was the usual talk of turkey carcasses and then the subsequent simultaneous gagging/shushing of everyone who dared utter

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In lieu of birthday drinks this year, I decided to shed some of the self-absorption and selfishness I acquired in the last year by inviting friends and family to join me in volunteering on New York Cares Day. On Saturday, The Lovely Jess, A Lover and a Fighter, Azee, The Younger Sister, Steph and Amy joined me in sprucing up a high school on Manhattan's Lower East Side. We scrubbed graffiti and

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The scene: Outside of Dunkin' Donuts on Saturday at 8:30am. I am approached by a surprisingly well-dressed panhandler."Excuse me, miss! Would you mind buying me a cup of coffee? I am soooooooooo thirsty."I momentarily pondered her snazzy leather jacket and her odd choice of thirst-quencher but figured a) scam or no, the two bucks won't kill me and b) whatever wets her whistle is really not my

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Picture it: The corner of Sixth Avenue and 23rd Street on a Friday evening. I had just surfaced from a short hop on the F train from Rockefeller Center and was waiting to cross the avenue teeming with rush hour traffic.Over my shoulder, a soft voice asked a question: "Miss, when the light changes, can you help me get across?"I turned around to see a blind elderly man facing in my direction with

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Um, I know I shouldn't find this the least bit funny but dammit, I cannot stop giggling... Twenty-seven-year-old Chytoria Graham of Erie, Pennsylvania was pissed at her boyfriend. Instead of whacking him with a cast iron frying pan or his golf clubs or something reasonable like that, however, she picked up her four-week-old baby boy by the legs and swung the infant through the air, hitting the

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Overheard on the smoking deck of Cattyshack...Whitney: There's a large Czech population in Houston.Yours Truly: Really? I did not know that.Whitney: Oh yeah. A large Vietnamese population as well.YT: Isn't there a large Indian population there too?Whitney: Native American Indians?YT: No, Asian Indians.Whitney: Hmmm... could be but I'm not sure.YT: Eh, what do I know? I'm basing this assumption

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Wherein any individual found guilty of murder, aggravated assault and/or arson shall be granted immediate clemency if the alleged perpetrator's deeds were carried out in response to a persistent, annoying and loud ringtone. Furthermore, the victim, unless deceased, will serve a sentence of no less than 20 years in solitary confinement where he/she will be subject to an unending rotation of midi

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Observed on the Brooklyn-bound F train yesterday:1) A man picking his nose in my direction with a wild-eyed expression and a very belligerent digging style. His boogers meant business, apparently.2) The same man then asked the guy next to him to watch his bag while he went between subway cars to either a) urinate, b) throw up, c) jerk off or d) quite possibly all of the above. 3) A man adorned in

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Every now and then, I encounter the same busker in the last car of the downtown R train. As I step onboard, she's usually about a verse or two into a very slow and soulful rendition of "Always and Forever." I hate that song but I love how she wraps her voice around it. Each note starts out with a pleasant nasally tone and is finished off with a delightful rasp. Her voice is ragged and worn.

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M E M O R A N D U MTo: Mother NatureCC: God (The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit), Allah, Buddha, Shiva, George BurnsFrom: Curly McDimpleDate: 08.25.2006Re: Optional Menstruation_____________________________________________________________As a female who is opting not to have children through vaginal birth or caesarian section, I would like to formally lodge a complaint against the presence

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I survived my first-ever WYSIWYG Talent Show! I stressed out majorly before going on but I really had a great time up on that stage. I think my story went over well. Um, I also think that there's a whole new crop of people out there who think I'm a complete bitch based on my scathing critique of dates gone bad, but hey, them's the breaks. People are bound to find out sooner or later that I'm a

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More than one person has found his/her way to Ham & Cheese on Wry by questioning the nature of the relationship between one miss Peppermint Patty and her bespectacled buddy, Marcie. Because I'm one of the gays and, you know, we all know each other, I can say without equivocation that no, Marcie is not a sister. It chagrins me to do so since, clearly, the recruitment efforts of another lesbian (

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Every morning on my way to work I buy a paper at a newsstand located on the Manhattan-bound 4/5 train platform at Borough Hall. The proprietor of the stand greets me every day with a, "Hello, my friend!" I adore him. He has the best smile -- dazzling white teeth and just the hint of a dimple in his left cheek. His eyes twinkle with every grin. I look forward to my daily hello along with my copy

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What a week! I feel like I'm living out an episode of Law & Order or something. It started on Saturday when I saw that a toe-sucking suspect had been nabbed on the subway. Given the unique nature of the case and my history with unwanted suckage, I contacted the Daily News to see if my toe sucker was the same guy featured in the paper. As a result, I was put in touch with the authorities. Having

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Despite its serious religious significance, Holy Week was a bit of a hoot back when I was in Catholic school. Well, the beginning of the week was at least. Like every other holiday, Easter came early at school. Construction paper crucifixes and papier mache bunnies were made, Easter eggs hidden and found, paper baskets woven and copious amounts of candy consumed despite the Lenten season and its

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I spent Saturday afternoon at a roller rink with my soon-to-be six-year-old niece. It was, and I quote, "[her] best birthday party ever!" She's quite skilled on her rollerblades and was one of the few kids able to skate around without clutching an adult or the wall for dear life. In fact, the only time she was found on her rump was when one of the male skate guards came near her. Wee girlfriend

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As I meander through the streets of Brooklyn, I often see piles of books and what not left out on front stoops just waiting to be picked through by interested passers-by. I love this phenomenon. Why, just yesterday, I helped myself to a shrink-wrapped VHS copy of All That Jazz. Mind you, I think that movie is rather insane and Ben Vereen frightens me ever so slightly, but hey, free movie! I don't

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Happy St. Patrick's Day! Because I made a promise to Roro (no Hoff on my site for several months in exchange for her hooking me up with my beloved hair schmutz), I will not fill this space with a hairy-chested Hibernian Hoff as I did last year. (Psst! Don't click on it if you're Roro... or easily squeamish.)I had half a notion to create an animated gif with a shillelagh-toting Hoff step dancing

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Dear Building Facilities Person(s) in Charge of Ordering Paper Goods for the Bathroom at My Job:While I don't expect my tush to be treated to the gentle and forgiving cotton of Quilted Northern here at work, I was just a bit chagrined to discover a new brand of parchment-like T.P. occupying the stalls today.If I wanted to roll out some phyllo dough or draft a new version of the Declaration of

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If someone would be so kind as to hook me up with this here apparatus, I promise to love you forever... or at least until the coffee runs out.Tee hee hee. I said "apparatus."

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I'm not dead, I swear. I was away for the weekend and didn't have access to a computer for longer than maybe five minutes at time. As you can imagine, those are less than ideal writing conditions for moi. I did, however, manage to write... on a legal pad. I haven't done that in a while. I felt so retro. Once I transcribe it, I'll have Part 10 up.The weekend was good. But, as usual, my numbers (8

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I just saw Monthy Python's Spamalot with my father. It was his first Broadway show ever. I don't know what I enjoyed more -- the musical itself or his reaction to it. (For the record, I ADORED the show. I urge you all to grab your coconuts and go!)If you don't understand the magic of live theater, go see a Broadway show with a first-timer. Your enjoyment will increase exponentially. I got such a

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Should I ever encounter a wee m-o-u-s-e in my abode again (gawd, I hope not), I'll keep the following in mind: Don't throw it into a bonfire while it's still alive. I hate m-i-c-e but dude, that's just mean. Bludgeon the wee fucker to death first and then make with the funeral pyre. Sheesh, is there no decency left in this world?

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Because I had the temerity to tempt fate by recently exclaiming, "I've never been called for jury duty," guess what arrived in the mail yesterday?! Fucking A. Actually, I received a summons when I lived in Manhattan, however, by the time the date rolled around, I had just signed a lease in Brooklyn and changed my address. I was excused without question. I do believe I even clicked my heels when I

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The Lovely Jess came over the other night to help me decorate my wee Christmas tree. We also watched a couple of Christmas specials, including Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Together we questioned the sexuality of several characters (I'll see you at Pride, Charlie-in-the-Box!), called out Santa on his prick-like behavior and made various and sundry other observations. For example...Yours Truly:

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Here are a few lessons I gleaned from holiday specials during my impressionable youth and beyond. (Items 1-10 in this series can be found here. Number 11 is here.)12) If a loved one is trapped under rubble and cannot be rescued by emergency personnel, start singing "O Come All Ye Faithful" and your family member will suddenly extricate him/herself from the wreckage and walk away from the accident

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Oooooooooooh! The New School Spring 2006 course catalog arrived in the mail today!!! I'm all giddy and hopeful and junk. I feel like I did when I was a kid and the Sears Wish Book arrived. Ah, the Sears Wish Book. The minute that catalog entered the McDimple household, a massive tug-of-war broke out. I fought my sisters mightily so I could be the first to peruse the pages and dog-ear all those

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Now that I've completely indulged my addiction to 24, my Netflix queue has returned to its normal film-heavy state. This weekend I watched Heavenly Creatures, starring a young Kate Winslet and directed by a pre-Lord of the Rings Peter Jackson.I had a completely bipolar reaction while watching this film. I went from really liking it to completely loathing it.For the uninitiated, Kate Winslet moves

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The much-adored Joe.My.God is once again doing something cool over on his blog. Inspired by the American Film Institute's 100 Years, 100 Movie Quotes program on Bravo, Joe has begun soliciting quotes from his readership. However, given his demographic, the list has been modified slightly. His compilation is entitled Gay Men's 100 All Time Favorite Movie Quotes. At last check, he's got 92 comments

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Okay, so there's this woman at work who's relatively new and, I swear to God, I CANNOT shut up around her.Did you ever know one of those people who, despite your best efforts, you simply cannot help but yammer incessantly whenever they are near? Well, it happens to me occasionally and it sucks. I don't know what comes over me sometimes. It's like a sickness.Believe it or not, I'm considered quiet

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Once again I'm embarking on a series that I promise to continue... but probably won't. But, it's good to have goals, right? The follow-through biznatch is another story entirely...So, without further ado (and with full apologies to George Carlin), here's a short list of some of the things I, Curly McDimple, have pondered:1. How do you dispose of a garbage can? Won't the trash collectors just

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I entered the elevator in the Court Street subway station this evening to find this wee dust-up already in progress...English Chap: "Sir, you DO realize that you just bumped into me?"Drunken Slob: "Ugh."English Chap: "You literally just shoved me out of your path and manhandled me. That was very, very rude. Are you aware of that?"Drunken Slob: "Mmm. Urgh."English Chap: "You had better be more

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I have a love/hate relationship with Inside the Actors Studio. I'll tune in and watch even though I find James Lipton to be incredibly creepy. I find his creepiness to be most evident when he's planting a big verbal wet one on some actor's ass (which is, um, all the time). He looks out towards the audience but doesn't really make eye contact and then his eyes tend to glaze over with a distant,

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I, your favorite big ol' lesbo, have just emerged from THE straightest weekend ever. On Saturday I attended my dear friend's wedding where I once again wowed the crowd with my 80s dance moves. On Sunday, I attended another dear friend's baby shower. There was no wowing at this event as the dance moves were confined to the car as I drove to and fro the restaurant. My fellow motorists on Route 280

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Ooooh! Sheila just reposted what I think is her funniest story EVER. I read it when she originally posted it and then several times after and it always reduces me to hysterics. Today's reading was particularly funny because my allergies are quite bad and my laughter sounds like a cross between Smedley and a harmonica. The wheeze is very amusing, if I do say so myself.Check out Sheila's Night O'

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Here is one more item to add to the running list of lessons I gleaned from watching television during my impressionable youth.11. Programs like The Jeffersons or Diff'rent Strokes often dealt with the important topic of race relations. While the theme was always responsibly covered, both shows frequently used the same template when wrapping up these episodes. It went a little something like this:

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It seems that I've become a floating customer service representative at my local Key Food. Now, as it is, I'm already one of those people forlorn tourists stop in the street and subway to ask for directions. I'm assuming it's because I've got that knowledgeable-and-self-assured-yet-approachable look about me. If you ask me where Little Italy is, you can be confident that I'll not only get you

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The topic of my veggie-ism came up more than once this week. Fortunately, in all instances it was a very matter-of-fact discussion where I didn't have to defend or qualify my choice of diet. This was a pleasant change of pace from the usual, tired rigmarole where I'm subjected to the following reaction(s) when people find out I don't eat the meat:1) Horror. Apparently, admitting to a preference

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This afternoon's IM conversation with Mejack, the fucking rock star behind Me Jack and You're Not...Mejack: I am with you on the pilaf.Yours Truly: AwesomeMejack: "Au jus" freaks me out.YT: Ew, that's nasty.Mejack: I know. When I worked in a restaurant I used to say AW CHEW… Chefs don't like that.YT: I bet it goes well with, ew, brisket.Mejack: I am also equally appalled by flank steakYT: Ew,

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Dear Tech Guy at Work Who Goes from Zero to Snotty in Seconds Flat:Kindly get laid.Thank you in advance,Curly McDimple

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Yours Truly: I'm supposed to have coffee with a colleague who's in town for the day. I'm dreading it because she makes me really uncomfortable.Jess: Why's that?YT: Two words: pancake makeupJess: Mon dieu!YT: Yup.Yes, it's true... I have issues with pancake makeup. Laugh all you want and poke fun but that shit really disturbs me. As stated before, I'm really weird about texture so, not

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Several months ago, I launched a little something called The Tesh Experiment. For those of you too lazy or disinterested to follow the link, the exercise involves my pseudo chagrin over the lack of activity on the Tesh Cam.You see, there was a time when the Tesh Cam provided insight into John and his crappy music-making. And now, sadly, it only shows John's less-than-bustling mailroom. Despite a

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I recently babysat My Two Favorite Wee Boys. The younger one (age 8) asked that I read to him before bed. I love love LOOOOVE reading to kids so I went at this task with a gusto.He selected McDuff & The Baby, a rather short book that we tore through in several minutes. As a result, the 8-Year-Old was neither satisfied nor sleepy. I let him get out of bed to pick out another book. Picture it... a

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I am heartbroken over the news that Bernadette Peters' husband, Michael Wittenberg, was killed in a helicopter crash earlier this week. In a way, I take her loss personally. I'm going to ramble a bit so please bear with me...I know it sounds funny to some but I adore Bernadette Peters. In fact, my blog name, Curly McDimple, is lifted from a short-lived off-Broadway show Peters starred in many

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Dear Mandy Patinkin,Does the pharmaceutical industry own your ass or something? The reason I ask is because every time I turn on my telly, there you are, informing me how one little pill will lower my cholesterol or ease the side effects of chemo.It's honest work I guess but I'm just baffled is all. I mean, you're the man who tore Evita a new one! You hammed your way through Chicago Hope with

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Someone just found my site by searching for "poems about itty bitty titties." While I'm THRILLED that I'm the in the top 10 results on Google for this search term, I do feel bad that I don't have anything of the sort on this here blog. However, it doesn't mean I can't write a homage to my less-than-bountiful boobies now, no?So, without further ado...An Ode to My Itty Bitty TittiesMy titties are

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According to a recent study 90% of women wash their hands after using the bathroom whereas only one in four men do. Over the past day or two, I've seen this study cited in numerous publications and newscasts and the headline is always the same: "Women are cleaner than men!" Um, no they're not. Clearly they did not include corporate women in this study. Now I'm no fancy researcher or anything but

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I added another cool celebrity sighting to my collection tonight. I was walking up Lexington Avenue and was just about to bang a left on 58th Street when I saw a short, familiar-looking man with glasses and spiky hair. As I rounded the corner, I got a full glimpse of his face and there was no doubt I knew him.I was just about to acknowledge him and then thought the better of it. Why? Because

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There's a trunk in the middle of my apartment that serves a dual purpose -- coffee table and storage unit. Inside, I keep a hodge-podge of items -- photo albums, yearbooks, small appliances, important papers and keepsakes.Even though it contains practical items that I often need (including my Vicks Personal Steam Inhaler), I'm leery of opening it for fear of the green Rubbermaid box that also

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In honor of Labor Day, I'm kicking off a series chronicling some of the more interesting jobs I've held. And there have been a few. My inspiration for the series is Blown Sideways Through Life, a fabulous one-woman show written and performed by Claudia Shear. (Some of you may remember her as the chick whole stole Monica's identify on an early episode of Friends.) The book is available on

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I don't normally do the meme thang primarily because I just don't like that word. Meme. Not sure why but it bugs me. But I'll put aside my distaste because I found a rather fun one over at Sheila's. The task: Write down five of your own personal idiosyncrasies. The hardest part of this was narrowing down my enormous list to just five. You see, I diligently foster and nurture my quirks much in the

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Long-time readers of this here blog will recall that I've done battle in my Tiny Wee Studio with the occasional r-o-a-c-h. When one of these disgusting creatures invades my home, I freak out royally. I wish they didn't bother me so but I can't help it. I seriously cannot abide them.However, I learned a little something about myself this weekend.On Saturday, I was hanging with The Lovely Jess in

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Dear Dude Who Slings My Soup:When you first started working at my soup shop of choice, I have to say that I found your enthusiasm and attentiveness most pleasant. The way you'd chat me up while discussing my soup selection was extremely charming. I thought you were a real sweet kid and it was a nice change of pace from the usual grunting sour pusses I often encounter in the food industry. Over

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My Mother: Poor Katie has the old whatchamacallit... the old chlamydia.My Very Pregnant Sister: Wait, Katie who is married and nine months pregnant has chlamydia? My Mother: YesMy Very Pregnant Sister: Are you sure?My Mother: Yes, I spoke to her mother earlier. She's got really high blood pressure.My Very Pregnant Sister: Um, Ma... that's preeclampsia, NOT chlamydia. Big difference! Oh my God,

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As I stood waiting for my drink at Nowhere Bar, her sinewy body sidled up to mine. I acknowledged her presence with equal parts trepidation and fascination. I decided to throw fear and caution to the wind and make nice. At first, she inched closer and then backed away. I felt uncertain. Was she seeking my attention? Or just fucking with me in the way her type so artfully does?She perched herself

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I went to Brighton Beach today. 'Twas a lovely outing despite the overcast sky and soaring temperatures. A quick dunk in the Atlantic cured the latter toute de suite, let me tell you. Now I could give you an entire rundown of my afternoon by the sea but, well, I don't feel like it. Instead, I'll sum up the experience in just one word... Speedo. Behold!Want more? Click here to further scorch your

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Last week I made a pit stop at my parent's house after my follow-up appointment with the dentist. It was late Friday afternoon and my parents were sitting in front of the house taking advantage of the rare refreshing breeze after a week's worth of punishing temperatures.I poured myself a glass of lemon-lime seltzer (my favorite non-alcoholic beverage) and parked myself on the stoop. In the midst

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Here are a few lessons I gleaned from television during my impressionable youth and beyond. This is the first part in what might be a continuing series. Not sure yet though as I tend to have poor follow-through and limited interest in things after I start them. Feel free to pick up my slack and tack on your own observations in the comments.1. Alan Alda is sensitive. It's not my opinion

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Happiness is having an office with a door which I can close. To hold a critical meeting? Nope. To dial in to a crucial conference call? Aww, hell no. It's even more important than that... P.J. Harvey's "Down by the Water" came on iTunes and I needed to sing back up. The closed door also comes in handy if you want to inhale a grilled cheese and fries for lunch without getting a disapproving

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We threw a baby shower for the second oldest McDimple Girl on Saturday. She gots lots of nice stuff including a GORGEOUS handmade quilt from the lovely and talented Filomena. I really despise showers but I have to say that we ran an efficient and relatively painless one. The good thing about baby showers is that most of the presents are big (strollers, bouncy seats, etc.) so, unlike a bridal

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As some of you may recall, I reported a strange noise and an errant yogurt lid in my Tiny Wee Studio some weeks back. Against my better judgment, I convinced myself that it was merely a roach of freakish size and strength that found its way into my garbage can, removed a yogurt lid, licked it clean and abandoned it several feet away from the trash can. Despite all evidence pointing to the

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I subscribe to the Real Simple.com Daily Thought newsletter. Call me sappy but I like receiving a snippet of wisdom and/or inspiration every day. The emails are sent to my work address so I had several to catch up on this morning after the very long weekend. I found this one to be particularly fitting considering my recent financial distress:"I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost

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When my mother calls to check in on me, she asks about my health, my overall well-being and the rest of the usual mom-kid topics.I tend to answer the questions about my health with extended and detailed reports. I'm a middle child and totally crave the attention so she gets an answer and then some. I freely answer those questions because they aren't personal. Thankfully my areas of medical woe

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I was up REALLY late last night pounding out the last few bits and pieces of my latest freelance gig. The site launched! All concerned are happy. There are some small follow-up things to deal with but it's done! And now I can finally sleep... or can I?Last night I was doing the whole Photoshop, Javascript, HTML thang into the wee hours of the morning. I was bleary eyed and exhausted and every

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Once again, I'm busy launching a website so I ain't got time to keep this here blog current. The next week will be rather hairy but I'll do my best to regularly entertain and assail you with my tasteless humor and observations. I make no guarantees though.Before I depart, I will share with you the transcripts of a message accidentally left on my answering machine. I don't know what it is about my

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Last night I dreamt that I was halfway through a Jimmy Dean sausage when I suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, what am I doing? I don't eat meat!" and then I spit it out with a loud and dramatic "Patooey!" Now, I'm not usually very good at dream analysis but I'm willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that this was some sort of subconscious exploration of my sexuality, no? Let's break it down, shall we?For a

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I've been out of sorts the past few days. Sometimes it hurts to think. Sometimes I have no patience. Sometimes I overreact to the most ridiculous, benign things. I've been on the 'roids, you see. And I've got the PMS. In other words, I have been an absolute beast. As my Scottish mum would say, I've been walking around with a face tripping me. That's a more charming way of saying I look pissed all

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My love,I saw a flicker of recognition and then you went blank. Cold... dead. I was stunned. And then forlorn and choking back tears. My future looked bleak. My life didn't seem worth living without you. The longing was too much to bear. The ache eclipsed all else. I stayed frozen, not wanting to move because standing up would propel the moment forward. If I stayed still, perhaps so would time

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Is it just me or does Mark Felt look like the love child if Frank McCourt and Kirk Douglas mated?Photo credits: Frank McCourt: pbs.org; Kirk Douglas: actustar.com; Mark Felt: Associated Press

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So there's this new annoying chick who sits outside my office and she's on the phone constantly ironing out the niggly details of her life. Girlfriend's forever squabbling with her bank, credit card companies, landlord, etc. She bargain hunts and does some price comparisons over the phone, thanks people for their time and then frantically dials the next victim and goes through the same spiel all

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The US Air Guitar Championships are in town this weekend. I'll be staying far away from B.B. King's (the venue) as I'm not a fan of this "art form" you see. Well, I kinda stay far away from B.B. King's anyway but that's beside the point.You know, in terms of gruesome fates, having to watch people earnestly play air guitar for hours on end is second only to being strapped down and force fed

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I walked past a brownstone under construction on my way to work this morning. Massive early-morning renovations in Brooklyn Heights are not unusual. What did strike me as odd was the choice of music blaring out of the radio of the rather gruff-looking band of construction workers performing said renovation -- "Listen to Your Heart" by Roxette. I guess nothing gets a hammer swinging faster than

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The Lovely Jess and Her Roommate held a White Trash Potluck in honor of last night's premiere of that craptastic Britney/Kevin joint otherwise known as Chaotic. Speaking of ill-advised Spederline collaborations, Jess is still still hosting the Name the Spederfetus contest. Check it out, y'all.Last night's din din included mac n' cheese, pork chops marinated in ketchup and Coke, pigs in the

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My cousin forwarded me the Tibetan Personality Test the other day. Now, I normally delete such forwards because I've seen most of them a thousand times over. I've done the whole ordering of cows, pigs and sheep several times already and if I'm to believe the results, I focus on money first and foremost in my life. Pardon moi but that's a load o' crap... Oh no wait... that's actually true. I

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I had every intention of posting a weekend recap tonight. I knew I'd have stories to tell because the Adorable 5-Year-Old Niece spent the past two days with me. I was going to spin a yarn or two about our adventures in Central Park, my attempts to accommodate that bundle of energy in my tiny wee studio as well as my take on The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (last night's activity) and a few other

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Wanna kick Beyonce's ass? Give Paris Hilton the beatdown she so richly deserves? You can work those two over and more at Celebrity girlFight. I'm undefeated so far. Lindsay Lohan was rather scrappy (I expected nothing less) but, surprisingly, J.Lo went down like a ton of bricks. I expected a good street fight with her. Turns out she's a total wuss.Source: gossiplist.com

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Good evening, ladies and germs. Speaking of germs, I ain't feeling so hot. I'm not sure if it's allergies or a straight-up cold but I do know that I feel like crap on a stick. I'm taking a wee blog break but rest assured, I'll be back when I'm feeling a little less funky. I'm a bit green around the gills, you see...But please feel free to roam about the cabin in the meantime. I've got lots o'

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As you may recall, I spent last weekend on a gorgeous farm in upstate New York. The sprawling property included two large houses and an apple orchard. I slept in the smaller house with The Masseuse and her girlfriend and, apparently, the house is haunted. Um, had I known that before, I might not have agreed to go on this trip because, well, I'm a scaredy cat. When it comes to things that make me

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The Younger Sister is my bestest friend in the whole wide world. We have mutual friends and interests and share many of the same tastes and sensibilities. Even scarier, we also share the same sense of humor. Yup, that means there's more than one of me! Run away! Run away!For the hearty few that remained, I shall continue...So the Younger Sister and I chatted on the phone last night and got all

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Anyone know where I can download (legally) "Apache" by SugarHill Gang? I MUST have that song on my iPod so that I can get my white girl groove on. If someone can share, I promise to boogie in your honor. Gracias in advance!P.S. I already tried iTunes and all the other usual suspects but, sadly, they don't have it.UPDATE!!! Blog about it and ye shall find! The Occasional Bitch totally hooked me up

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Behold the photographic evidence of Yours Truly packin' heat! This photo shows moi expertly blowing on the rifle's barrel after deftly firing off several rounds at the target.Um, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that the target was actually a white, unmarked canvas that, truthfully, was kinda hard to miss. And, well, the barrel wasn't really smoking but I blew on it anyway because I thought

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I had the great pleasure of spending the past weekend on a beautiful farm in upstate New York. I have tons o' work to catch up on today so, for now, you'll have to settle for a bulleted rundown until such time as I can elaborate on the following::: I helped gather firewood and was only mildly upset by the dirt transferred onto my cute track jacket.:: I sat in the back of a pick-up while it was

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Don't ever let it be said that I'm not helpful...1. To the visitor who arrived at my site by searching for "songs from silence of the lambs that the weirdo is dancing too [sic] naked":Even though I never specifically referenced that song or scene on this here blog, I do know the answer to this question! The song is "Goodbye Horses" and it's sung by Q. Lazarus. I know this because it also appeared

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Dear The Lovely Jess,Congrats on turning the Big 3-0 today and welcome to the club, dearest! I assure you it's not as bad as you might think. I'm totally digging my thirties big time, yo. Sure there's the slowed down metabolism to contend with but it's couched by the whole sexual peak thing. Of course, the pokey metabolism can lead to the pudge which can repel would-be sexual partners and then

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Last week was my niece's birthday. Because she's shown an affinity for snapping pictures with my digital camera, I decided to encourage her habit (and spare the lens on mine the wrath of her dirty fingers) by getting her a kid-friendly digital model. She was THRILLED and we now have loose plans to go on a photo-taking expedition together. She's a busy little girl with quite the social calendar,

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A recap of my weekend in Schenectady with The Lovely Jess. With pictures! Not of me, of course, but pictures of people and funny things we found in our travels. So stay tuned!!! In the meantime, head on over and see what Jess has to say about our weekend adventure.

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I'm currently in the midst of one of those wonderful vacation-at-home deals. I took the week off to just fart around the city and take care of some personal shit that's been piling up in my tiny wee studio. BUT! The vacation will be capped off with a certain-to-be-kick-ass road trip with The Lovely Jess this weekend. She and I will be gassing up a rental car and tearing up the New York State

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