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Rhythm.

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Henry Winkler.

My birthday was yesterday. And it was actually pretty great this year, despite my literally not planning anything until Saturday when three separate people asked what I was doing for it.

For some people, this would have been a point to cue sad violins and perhaps shout ‘I DON’T KNOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR IT?!’ Read More →

Inherited belief.

When I was 10, my mother took me to see the Molly Ringwald teen pregnancy scarefest For Keeps to show me that I shouldn’t get knocked up before I was ready, but didn’t like us watching ‘The Jetsons’ because she felt that it was ridiculous and offensive that Jane’s ‘job’ was to take her husband’s money and go to the mall, nor ‘The Flintstones’ because Fred was a big liar, and that that was no way to behave in a marriage, and that lying was a step down from killing on the moral scale.

I was reminded of this today because of Rob Delaney’s piece on rehab, and how effective the 1980s messages of ‘hard drugs could really, really kill you dead right quick’ (paraphrasing, obviously) were to him, and to me, and how ridiculous stubborn my brain has been in not being the slightest bit malleable on many counts since my preteen days.

Of course, my mother was human, and fallible, and I needn’t have held on to these things with such subconscious ferocity, but I have tons of other more important failings to worry about instead.

Balance.

Woke up early today to do interval training. I’m still on my couch, though, because a) I need to eat something first and b) I have to rethink this running training thing. At least for this week. Read More →

Acceptance.

Part 6 in my ‘not suitable for Jeopardy!’ series.

The day I wrote about farts got me my second-highest pageviewing figures ever. Well done, people. Well done. Read More →

Decorum.

(Part Five of the ‘Not for Jeopardy’ anecdote collection. This is the least ladylike of them all, so far.) Read More →

Regina George.

(The fourth in the ‘not suitable for tv that old ladies watch, but indicative of a fairly boring life’ series. Click back to Thursday on the calendar to start from the beginning)

A quickie today, which is an addendum to yesterday’s tales of failed attempts at practical joke glory. Read More →

Ed McMahon and Dick Clark.

(The third in a series of ‘Tame, Yet Not suitable for “Jeopardy!”‘ stories.)

I have never been good at practical jokes, largely because I am truly awful at keeping a straight face and I can’t lie to save my life (possibly literally*). I’m also generally not a malicious person. Generally. Read More →

Fighting.

(The second in a series of ¬†fairly tame, but not-suitable-for-‘Jeopardy!’ stories that started yesterday.) Read More →

Paternity.

My audition is in less than a week and I still haven’t finalised my stories. In the next few days, I will post some brief anecdotes that *I* would consider safe for supper hour television, but that the fine folks who make the show would probably not appreciate. Read More →