Monday, October 31, 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.
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WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- A New and Better Afghan
- Dinner with the Socialists
- Red Lobster Concluded
- Red Lobster
- The Big Nashville Blogger Meet-Up
- Random Thoughts
- The Butcher Dodges a Bullet
- The Butcher's Brilliant Pick for the Supreme Court
- Short Notes to Various Folks
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.
8 Comments:
Per your email about scantily clad coworkers, perhaps people aren't judgemental enough.
"letting her mouth write checks her ass can't cash"
Oh my God...that is the only place this entry needs to go because that is my awesome new expression for the week.
Isn't there a version of that line in Top gun?
-SuperGenius
Yeah, I really did want to say something like, "really, judgmental? Like the judgmental way I have LET YOU USE MY FUCKING CAR FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS because you couldn't bother to pay your insurance and yours got repossessed and now I have to arm myself so that I can get home from work safely?" but I've got nothing like that to hold over the Professor's head, so Occum's razor and all, if it's either that everyone else you know has a problem or you have a problem, it's probably you.
Still, I've got no idea how one walks a line between being less judgmental and too passive.
SuperGenius,
I've never seen Top Gun.
Huh? Are you lying, woman?
I thought we had a long discussion about the subtexts of it one time. And I thought it was mandatory viewing for anyone in junior high when we were.
The car argument is great. I am sufficiently judgmental that I would have used it.
-SG
SG, I'm so full of shit that we very well could have had such a conversation without me actually having seen that movie. Which, yes, was required viewing, but I never did get the whole Tom Cruise thing, even back when he was young and sane.
It was also the same night that we were planning our porn empire, so who knows what all we touched on. :)
-SG
I'm such a hardhead that even if someone would say something like that to me, I'd still think they were wrong.
Only one person ever does, but what does he know anyway?
I knew there was a reason I liked you. You're just like me.
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