Friday, January 27, 2006
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
- The Lunch Blues
- Mrs. Wigglebottom, Menace to Society
- How Do You Know if You Suck?
- Not So Funny Now, Is It?
- Troubling Revelations about Elvis Costello
- Little Bits of This and That
- Mad With Power!
- Pandering Democrats Can Suck My Butt
- A Guide to Illinois
- Did I Ever Tell Y'all About the Tarantula?
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.
5 Comments:
I'm not saying that people who don't like Honey Baked Ham should be locked up, but there is something clearly wrong with them. You know who else doesn't eat Honey Baked Ham? Al-Qaeda and the Taliban, that's who.
Although, if Caitlin and her ilk get sent to Gitmo, more ham for me.
Yeah, you're probably next, what with your hanging out with suspicious hippie liberal girls and speaking Arabic. I bet the FBI already has a file on you. Do you have any state-issued identification that proves you are who you say you are?
Terrorist.
And I mean a photo ID, son. I'm going to need to see a photo ID.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Terrorist.
Unless the Feebs are using me to spy on dumb hippie liberal girls, then the lack of identification is part of my deep cover.
I do not fear vegans. They all look sickly and weak, and are rarely armed.
You need the taste of blood in your mouth every now and then to keep your fighting edge.
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