Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: January 2011

  • Cozy Snowbound

    Another nice thing about Twitter: if you follow the Weatherbird, he documents the snow as it progresses across the county. Similarly, Steve at work was obsessed today with the approaching snow. He made a nice little job aid from some doppler map screen grabs as it crept across the state. I’m not the person who…

  • If It Aint Broke After Thousands of Years, Don’t Fix It

    I’m not English, my family hasn’t been since the Revolution. However, I have more than my share of opinion about the Royal Family and their toe-sucking camera-snubbing royal-wedding ways. Yet, lo. Someone in the UK House of Commons has suggested the succession laws be changed so a girl child of Kate Middleton and Prince William…

  • UPDATED: Just a Little Mystery from the In-Laws

    Saturday was the niece and nephew’s birthday dinner at the in-laws. We arrived starving. Not much on the table yet, just seven devilled eggs by the paper plates and plastic cups and forks. I wasn’t hungry enough to eat devilled eggs, so I waited till the real food was out. The real food was: vegetarian…

  • Twitter

    My feelings about Twitter are the same as my feelings about CNN. When called upon to fill a need, it’s great. The rest of the time it should be off the air. Useless Self-Twitter: I’m as guilty as anyone. I use Twitter to complain each time I visit a doctor’s waiting room, but no one…

  • In Which Some Excessive Guilt is Soothed

    I was driving back to work Wednesday afternoon after my latest doctor’s appointment. My car was at the intersection of Ballas and the hospital lot. There was a rangy worn-out woman walking down Ballas, dressed in a sweater, rolling a travel suitcase. It was cold, and I wondered why she didn’t put on the hoodie…

  • Dueling Doctors and Dentists

    The Neurologist (or, “Just when I thought that I was out … they pull me back in”) Remember last December 16? Spartacus was dead. May Spartacus hang long on the cross at her leisure instead of visiting doctors. Well, Spartacus was called down from the cross. The nurse told me, “To stay on the trial”…

  • Dog Diet

    My dog has a piercing bark. He yaps in a way that says, “YAP, bitch! Look at me when I YAP at you! YAP! Give me some! YAP! I will not be IGNORED! YAP! Perhaps you didn’t hear me. YAP!” It’s a demanding yap, and there’s a pause between yaps while he thinks, “maybe one…

  • Surveyors Symbols, Seriously?

    So here’s Sarah Palin’s infamous “crosshairs” map: I don’t think the shooting was even remotely her fault. But, I would think more of her if I got to see a video of her tearing her hair, or better, banging her head on a table repeatedly, moaning “stupid stupid stupid.” Instead, her camp has decided to…

  • From Sluts to Milk

    Sluts. The steakhouse we visited recently is on Washington Avenue. To Saint Louisans of a certain age, Washington Avenue means “hookers.” No hookers anymore. I don’t know when they left. However, after some research I see on March 24, 1987, Washington from 12th to the river was declared a historic district. Maybe the hookers didn’t…

  • Loan Gunmin

    Mostly I mock my loved ones. Rarely I mock people I hate, people who are too stupid to live, assassins who cry ‘think of the squirrels.’” I’m not even going to try to get to the YouTube page where Congresswoman Gifford’s shooter posted his video. A news report (from Foxnews, I confess, so, grain of…