Writing a Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice movie review four months after it premiered is kind of my thing. The 11-year-old and I ventured into scary territory last night: we watched Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice – the extended version and of course, Zack Snyder made this movie three goddamn hours long. Jesus. Carl and… Read More
And you have both feet in the grave. At my local grocery store, there is a tiny section of shelves that holds imported foods from the UK: biscuits, chocolates, chutneys, jams and other stuff I can devote an entire day to eating. I’d like to believe they set these shelves up just for me because… Read More
Sacrificing for your children The 13-year old has the gall to have guitar lessons on Thursdays for an hour and a half. Instead of driving home, I torture myself by going to the closest Starbucks with my laptop. They need to surround each table with heavy velvet curtains that are somehow soundproof so I don’t… Read More
One of my favorite childhood memories comes from a morning my dad drove me to school. A sad morning routine I begrudgingly turned off Star Blazers and went up to the kitchen. Looking down at my soggy bowl of cereal, I knew school would just suck as usual. What would be the highlight today? Playing… Read More
Instead of doing homework, practicing the piano or memorizing words in the dictionary like my dad wanted me to do daily, I would sit in front of the T.V. with the volume on low so my dad couldn’t hear it from their room and watch He-Man and the Masters of the Universe. Just me, cheese balls, a Sprite… Read More
I woke up with a migraine which is a lot of fun, especially when the sun is practically slapping you upside the head and clawing your eyes out and you’ve got two kids, well, one kid who is ready to leave for school and another who is going super sloth speed and might be grumpier… Read More
My Netflix account got hacked by someone from the Netherlands. Or maybe it was someone close by, but they just routed their info through a series of networks in Europe. I don’t know how these things work. The closes thing I ever got to hacking was trying to forge my parents’ signature on a report… Read More
Kurt Vonnegut’s dark and suspicious view of the world seems to mirror my general feeling about weekdays. And maybe about some people. And about telekinesis. I walked out the front door this morning wearing a shirt with a stain from spaghetti sauce and realized too late it belonged to the 13-yo. Thankfully, I had a sweater… Read More
Also, I get confused easily Me: Don’t forget to remind me to send you that article I was telling you about. Carl: What’s it about? Me: Well, it’s… hold on. I can’t quite. . . I’m not. . . Carl: Don’t hurry – I don’t want you to strain yourself there. I’m here for a another… Read More
This is The Speed Test from Thoroughly Modern Millie – when I play The Speed Test for Carl, he says it’s ear murder, but he doesn’t know Broadway or this show like I do. He’s just jealous. I mean, how else do you get through your Wednesday mornings, huh? If you say crossfit or yoga, we need… Read More
