Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: January 2009

  • I Break Free From My Demographic Rut

    The people who mailed me my smoked pheasant, quail and duck for Saturday’s tea threw in some peppered Country Pork Jowl for free. Mmm. Jowl. Evidently I am to use it when stirring up some catfish stew. Or perhaps, a nice JLT. What kind of catalogs will I be getting in the mail now? Outhouse…

  • I Develop Just a Little Bit of Color

    Gary’s been out of town since Sunday, and I have been through a sea change. My diet consists of wine, limoncello, and peach margaritas, topped off with tea-reject food. Reject fudge, reject bundt cake, reject apple-spice cake. My one brush with protein came as I was assembling the dog’s beef-tip / rice dinner. It made…

  • A New Blog

    You all have to check out the new White House blog. I tried to comment, but I didn’t see a comment field. I also tried to add it to Google Reader, but there doesn’t seem to be an RSS feed. But hell, there’s a blog! Think of the possibilites! ============================= Tues Jan 20 – It…

  • Good Typo

    I’ve bought more of the magic wicking Menopajamas. Here is a note on their webpage regarding the contents. Notes: Made of 100% HRT (Heat Resistant Technology) fiber. This is an embedded fiber of 85% synthetic content and 15% matural content.

  • I’m Just So Pleased

    I’m ensconced in the bed, watching the Obamafest on HBO and PETE SEEGER is leading a group singalong of “This land is your land.” Do you think George Bush knows who Pete Seeger is? I’m singing along, I’m just so pleased with my country. Pete Seeger, people! Next I want … hmm.. Arlo Guthrie to…

  • The State of the Union

    Gary stroked my new pajamas. “Oooh. These new wicking pajamas are soft.” “They’re doing the job. I don’t wake up sweaty anymore.” “Mmmmmmmm. Soft.” Gary moved up and stroked my wattle. “That’s soft too.” “Oh! Do you want to have sex?” “Neh.” The end.

  • You Never See The Bullet

    There. That should be it, but you always need at least three bullets: it’s the law. So:

  • High School Fallout

    I don’t recall why the Gifted / Talented program at my high school encouraged us giftards to have a Toga Day. That’s how we all ended up outside the principal’s office a month or so before graduation wrapped up in bedsheets. She let us wait and wonder what was in store for us for at…

  • Birds Eye View

    Photo 1: A few weeks ago, Gary woke up and felt a need to document the state of my hair. He’s a good husband – he completely cut my chins out of this shot: He said it was to compositionally emphasize my hair, but I know the real story. It’s the chins. I’m up to…

  • Putty (NOT safe for work)

    Sigh. So let’s say you pick at your nails and you have taken up Silly Putty as an alternative. And then let’s say you bring in some red and yellow neon Silly Putty and foolishly store it in the same tin as your old school light green Think Geek putty. So lets say then you…