Saturday, September 10, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
I'VE MOVED. COME CHECK OUT THE MOST RECENT STUFF HERE.
WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- Holy Shit! (Just wait, it's a profanity and a pun.)
- That Was Quick
- ***In Case You Want Another Chance to Die in an Ad...
- National Geographic October 2004
- ***Yes, It's More Liberal Crap
- Ma'am, step away from the ROTC
- Brilliant in Two Places
- Rambling on about my Dog
- "What are you gonna do? You got rules and governm...
- In Which Our Hero Pouts and Feels Sorry for Herself
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
16 Comments:
The new facelift sucks and makes the page less readable than the earlier version.
Just my opinion, I may be wrong.
The Constructively Criticizing Sarcastro.
It reads just fine on mine, but I do miss the masthead.
T-shirt sales must be stronger than expected!
S., my understanding is that any move away from tradition frightens and confuses conservatives. Is this true?
R., thanks.
B., I did it myself. So, all monies from t-shirt sales will still go towards beer, as promised.
If that green/sage color could be lightened, my poor, bloodshot eyes could read it better.
I don't like it.
It's kinda meh.
All right, old man, I didn't like it with a lighter green, so it's switched to white. Is that easier to read?
Meh? You're breaking my heart here.
Black type is far easier to read, especially if you have eyes over 37 years old.
And thus spake the me whose day job is publishing, and pet peeve is off-register & reverse-out lettering.
Yeah, 'ol Gramps don't see so good since the Democrats cut his TennCare. Thanks for lightening the page. I would hate to have to stage a sit in.
Well, I am a little sad that you aren't staging a sit-in as I can't even imagine what a blog sit-in would look like. Would you just comment so much that no one else could get a word in edgewise? Or would you show up every day and demand I serve you lunch?
Sadly, I guess we'll never know.
I'm leaning more towards the lunch idea. You'll have to do better than PB&J, though. I'll have the Pad Thai with a bottle of the Bonny Doon Riesling, please.
Shoot, what kind of mad cooking skills do you think I have? Pad Thai? Wine? I don't know how to make wine and I'm not sure I even know what Pad Thai is.
Salathai has rapidly declined in quality over the years. Try Royal Thai Express on 19th.
I forgot to give you a shout-out for trying something new like web design. It's so much more public than, like, trying to learn to knit or something. If the knotting goes badly, one just doesn't wear the item, but if the designing goes badly, well...everyone turns it into the Rouge River strike. So props to you.
Everything is okay except that ugly-ass rust color.
I can't handle change!
But yea, it needs a more happening title bar.
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