Flames, Housedress

Dear Millicent,
I am sitting in a sun dress made for a much larger woman than me.  I call it my housedress, and can tell by Mr. Carla Fran’s lack of gusto for the ensemble that it is indeed a true housedress.  I should also be wearing a shower cap and smoking a cigarrette.  It is [...]

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A Fine Whine

Dear CF,

I bought a banana cream pie that would get me through a critical work period. It was frozen.
Thanks to the Pavlovian driver response to smoke—slow down and stare hard at the firemen spraying the grass—it took three and a half hours to get home.
I walked in the house and my work pie slid out [...]

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The Spirit Animal Is Fruitful and Multiplies

Dearest CF,
I saw this at Thunder Valley Casino, property of the United Auburn Indian Community (note the bottom right-hand corner):

Fondly,
Millicent

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Happy Birthday To Us Dames

What better way to celebrate, than with Dame Doris and multi-colored poodles! Also, I am wearing this:

And I have picked out this for you:

To add to our virtual celebration, I offer snack recommendations (a mixed buffet of tea, eclairs, champagne, cheetohs), party favors (jewelry, twirling leotards, and sparklers).
For entertainment, I offer the 2005 Gold Medalist [...]

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Odd Saints: Daisy Steiner (a la Jessica Hynes)

Dear Millicent,
As a Hulu wonder, I have discovered the Simon Pegg/Jessica Hynes vehicle Spaced.  In doing so, I think I may have found a female equivalent of Jez from Peep Show.  Here, both roommates (Pegg and Hynes) are Jez, but it is a special delight to see the female character take hold.  She is ambitious, [...]

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The Remains of the Day, and Water

Dear Millicent,
I do hope your head releases you soon, that your neck unlocks, that you can swivel and flop with ease.  I had a case of the grumps today, full of weak aggression at flat landscapes ahead.  So, I made a baked potato.  My daily horoscope calendar says I should go after what I want [...]

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Migraine Nights

Pockets of breath indeed. Texting and smoking—both ways of letting a little air out of the tires to make it a smoother ride. The thing about headaches, which seem to be this Catholic soul’s way of smoking and texting: they are a little desperate-making. It hurts to think. It hurts to see. It hurts to [...]

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On Mute

Dearest,
I am visiting one of my parents this weekend, who lives in a town that I used to romanticize past the boredom of adolescence.  I figured once I could legally drink, I would eventually find the gems of the town (I was in high school in the nineties, when the coffee shop culture was burgeoning [...]

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Archived Video of the Day: Stevie Wonder on Drums

A little piece of awesome for a Thursday afternoon:

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The Remains of the Day

Esquire has a devastating, fascinating, provocative article on the last late term abortion provider.  Interesting use of second person, and a well done culimination of form and content to convince the reader of the need for more providers. Also, new consideration of Esquire.
The World Digital Library: a well designed way to forage through treasures past [...]

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