Archive for July, 2007
Comma comma comma comma comma chameleon
You come and go, you come and go*
Photo courtesy of Cybele May
We Need, Commas.
There used to be a small grocery store in Evanston I walked by just to look at the display of giant turtles. You know, those slabs of chocolate and caramel and pecans too delicious to need a […]
I Wasted My Weekend on Cloverfield
2 Comments Published by JD July 30th, 2007 in I Watch Stuff, I Enjoy the Internets.With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down*
When I first started reading about Cloverfield, I thought it would be fun to write about how the Internet People have infiltrated movie marketing, creating so much buzz and hype before anything of substance has even been released, actually affecting the […]
The feeling in your soul is gonna take control
Nothing can hold you back if you really want it*
2 Million People
30 Countries
3,000 Gyms and Dance Studios
In this revolution . . . everybody wins!
Pulsing Latin beats. Shiny, slippery bodies twisting and undulating. Taut abs, rock-hard butts, sinewy arms. Sweat glistening on the gorgeous faces of sexy […]
I Walked 60 Miles for Breast Cancer Awareness
3 Comments Published by JD July 21st, 2007 in I Am Kind of Awesome.Feet don’t fail me now
Stop pretending that you’ve gone to sleep*
In 2000, I joined four friends to walk sixty miles over three days. By doing this, I raised $4,805 for the Avon Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk.
And then I did it again in 2001.
And again in 2002.
And . . . that’s it. No more.
But it was […]
Catch, catch, my horror taxi
I fell in love with a video nasty*
To avoid fainting, keep repeating, “It’s only a movie . . . it’s only a movie . . .”
The Challenge
As all true horror buffs know, The Last House on the Left (1972) is a must-see cult classic. More a low-budget (albeit sickening) drama than […]
Come my little peach,
Together we’ll go down to nude beach . . .*
“What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?”
—Michelangelo
Clearly Michelangelo has never been to a nude beach.
I’ve read […]



