“Urge to kill…fading…fading…fading — rising! Fading…fading…gone.” Let’s hope this cycle of quitting follows this line of logic.
The Fatling is jumping back onto the non-smoking wagon, so The Fatling is flying into a fucking rage at the slightest provocation. Just to be clear, by “the slightest provocation,” I mean reading about another person’s success on the internet, taking too long to complete a crossword puzzle, or any other damn thing that has happened to me today. Not to mention the fact that...
The Fatling Frontier
Either Way This Comes Out, We Only Have to Do It Once At long last, The Fatling returns to make good on her promise of some serious critical writing on the subject of Deadwood, Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman and the Little House series (the books, not the television show of the same title, which don’t even get The Fatling started on). Tonight, we’ll primarily be comparing and contrasting the...
Boobs Radley: Some of Many Imagined Conversations... →
This is among the greatest things the internet has ever bestowed upon me. boobsradley: Scarlett Johansson: “Milk” was great. Sean Penn: Oh, thanks. Scarlett Johansson: No, seriously, you were great in it. Sean Penn: Thank you, it was an honor to work with Gus Van Sant. Scarlett Johansson: Hey, when’s your birthday? Sean Penn: August 17. Scarlett Johansson: Oh, a Leo. That…
The Fatling Philosophizes
The Fatling quit smoking again today, Fanlings, which is a good thing. Less good is quitting smoking on the day that my PMS spikes, causing me to dissolve into an angry, nicotine deprived, blubbering hormonal wreck. But I ate some food and slapped on a nicotine patch, so threat levels have essentially returned to normal. Osama bin Laden was killed by US forces yesterday, which, duh, how could you...