Oh Hon, it’s a Bawlmer Flickr Show
So some people from the Baltimore flickr group are putting on a Flickr-based photography show at Holy Frijoles, Hampden, in early December [more FAQ]. I’m technically an exhibitor, though I haven’t picked anything to display nor have I made it to a meeting yet.
I’ve never been an exhibited artist [though I’ve had a lifelong […]
And the drool continues.
Don’t adjust your monitor; this post really is incoherent
The amount of dirt Owen’s terrycloth sleeper picks up as he crawls is embarrassing, so I figure I should skip the middleman and fasten some swiffer sheets to his belly. Two birds! One stone! I’m a genius.
So my brother called last night to wish me a happy birthday. He’s at OSU, doing like stem cell […]
The birthday, part two
So yesterday I got my birthday present. I had to traverse the house and do post-graduate-level thinking [10th digit of pi? And who’s Mr. Brown?], unraveling clues with minimal hintage until I found, in the washer machine, a copy of the first season of The Office. Score!
“The moon is high, the sea is deep”
Iain really topped himself this year, as far as birthday presents go. He didn’t get me one.
Kidding! So kidding. I mean, no, I don’t have a present from him, unless you count a kiss as my present, but I did get a really nice card …
Oh, man, this is coming out all wrong. He did […]
Fucking Weezer stuck in my head
Weekend: Tolerable. In-laws came in, dog in tow. I was too lazy to bake the cake. Lou fixed our leaky faucet and busted gutter. I took Sheila to the book thing. Came down with a cold or allergies or some shit. Missed Rock’n’Romp. Missed a couple phone calls. Spent today cleaning up plaster dust and […]
I feel so dirty.
I just spent four hours cleaning the house. FOUR HOURS in a blur of domestic hysteria, the likes of which have not been seen here since I was eight months pregnant and nesting like hell.
I’m sweaty and covered in a fine film of dust, but the house looks acceptable for the first time since Owen […]
Rock’n’Romp in the news
This week it’s a story by Sam Sessa in the Baltimore Sun. Last week it was a blurb in Urbanite’s Corkboard feature. Good to see it getting on the radar.
The next show is this Saturday, 3 p.m., Sweetney’s house. Don’t miss it. Seriously.
I get mail, part 2
Snail mail, that is.
Firstly:
Secondly:
I can see that I need to take a weekend and make a big ol’ smackeroo pile of “Christ, you fucking kick ASS” presents. Thank you, Interweb ladies. Muchas smooches.
I feel God in this Chili’s tonight
OK, so I totally couldn’t stay away.
I love this blog so much. I think … I think I want to have its little blog babies. Its blabies, if you will.
So. Related note. Red wine, khaki pants, any suggestions?









