Feel-good Friday: Cry Baby

I couldn’t be more in love with the new video for Cee Lo* Green’s “Cry Baby,” starring Jaleel White as a Cee Lo who’s infinitely more Stefan than Urkel. I won’t admit to how many times I watched this before I posted it but it’s at least two times as many as you’d expect.

*I typed “Dee Lo” which is hilarious to me.


An Unordered List of Haps

I guess an update is in order, so here’s one since whenever that last real post was: Weinergate space shuttle Atlantis Google+ Comic-Con Words with Friends (acrezo) finally read Freedom Neatorama Caine Prize winner canceled Adele tour (why?!) my current favorite article of clothing White House Rickroll Star Trek + Nyan Cat drought I missed some


Still Life with Thunder

She falls asleep with her hands on her cheeks, an accidental posture of surprise. The markers she used to paint her nails have stained her cuticles, and like tiny rainbows they fan over her face, pink and green and orange settling in for the night in the most implausible of positions. Six months ago I


Hot Asphalt

How long does it take? I don’t know, I say. Are you thirsty? Nah. Stomach is sloshy. Is it a long time still? Probably, I tell him. Want to rest a while? We stop on the roadside and sit under the trees. It’s not long before the mosquitoes find us. Tired, soft-skinned people are easier


Oh, Look, It’s Me in a Towel.

Today is Towel Day, which is a fun, silly thing I like. I have to venture into public places today, so I probably won’t be wearing my towel around, but I thought since I’d posted at Geeks Are Sexy and Best Damn, I’d round it all out by posting this, a not-so-sexy pic of yours truly


Wanna win a Kindle?

Or be a character in a book? Maybe an autographed copy of The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth? From YA author Nina Perez: If you purchase a Kindle or paperback copy of The Twin Prophecies: Rebirth between Monday, May 16th and midnight EDT on Wednesday, May 18th, you can be eligible to win one of three great


Thanks: The Mother’s Day Edition

When I was little, my mom taught me how to read and cook, and she gave me Elvis and the Bangles and Dirty Dancing. She let me buy Michael Jackson’s Dangerous with my birthday money, and when I’d begged long enough, she let me draw a mural on my bedroom wall. She gave me her