Hooray for Tee Vee! I Feel Like a Woman. I Like To Do Drawings. I May Be a Hypochondriac. How To Use The Internet.

Page Statistics are Cocaine for Bloggers. When I first started blogging I would compulsively check my stats more frequently than I checked Facebook, Twitter and Gmail combined. Not a single pageview escaped my hungry, all-seeing gaze! Two people clicked on my facebook link! Wow, a visit from India! Another one from BC! Grandma got my email! I suck at writing! There are .

No Romanians or Russians or any other eastern bloc types have done me under. And thank you so much for asking! Sadly, I have just been AWOL. The Sears Portrait Studio is No More. But it Was So Real.

Camp Convos in the Car with Cooper, episode 4. When he was finally in the car and we were on our way I asked him if he knew what was going on on the world. He said no, so I described in very basic terms how a young man had been shot and killed by the police while unarmed and running away from them. So he DOES listen at school. Kudos to our educational system. I ask myself, Is all hope lost? I waaaaant to staaaaa.

Milk and honey geeks and gangstas. All food should have bourbon in it. Sexy film for my crackas. Lil Dicky visits my root canal. I was told root canals are awful and painful.

Energy, the Environment, Louisiana and Stuff. Vladimir Has Left the Building. Dean of the Columbia Law School, recapitulates the last five years of my blogging life. Ladies and gentlemen, my work here is done. President Obama has dithered over Keystone XL. The benefits of well-regulated fracking far outweigh the risks. The shale boom is greatly benefitting the states of North Dakota, Texas and Pennsylvania. New York opted to sit out this dance.

Thursday, June 21, 2012. At Least My Ass is Encouraging. This past winter was a tough one for me. The days stretched on dark, cold, and windy. I responded by turning into moody sloth that only stopped eating for bathroom and sleep breaks, and the occasional cry. At the beginning of April I was forced to pull myself together and start working out again. 5-6 days a week, sometimes twice a day. I told ManFriend that it was because I want to do a Tin Man Triathlon.

A love letter to libraries. More than meets the eye. I just found out that Furiously Happy. Was chosen as one of the 10 LibraryReads for September. That nod is one of the most poignant honors I have ever received and I cried when I heard it, although not everyone would understand why. Let me introduce you to Ray Bradbury.