It’s another sunny day here in Seattle, and tomorrow we’re leaving for a trip to New York, and on to Miami after that. I’ve got loads of posts to get up, some relevant, some sentimental, and nearly all of them including the phrase “crazy f*ckers.” I suppose I should clean up my language, but ……
During one episode of Mad Men (which I realize I mention at least three times a week in this blog, and if you haven’t seen it, please do so RIGHT NOW. I’ll wait … Done? Good.), Don tells Betty that they need to go out with some important clients. Betty, deflated, replies, “Is this the…
Step 1: Be Irish. Step 2: There is no Step 2. A while back, my husband overheard a conversation in the security line for the Boston airport. It happened to be a few days after St. Patrick’s Day. Rand was flying from Boston to Iceland, and several young Irishmen ahead of him in line were…
I was trying to think of a more clever name for this post, something like “Tuesdays with Dharmie” or something, but I think he might sue me if I called him that. Not because he’s overly-litigious or anything, but that title is awful. I’ve mentioned Dharmesh on the blog before – he’s a colleague of…
Back in my previous life, I worked as a copywriter alongside such brilliant minds as Philip and Angela at Cranium. While I was still a fledgling writer, trying to make the transition from secretary to copywriter (p.s., I love you, Peggy Olson), Philip was kind enough to let me help out on a few projects,…
Rand and I are currently in Rye Brook, NY (as an aside, NEVER VISIT HERE), so you’ll have to forgive me if this post is a wee bit late in going up – it was a pleasant flight, but the non-stop string of trips we’ve been on has made us a little batty. So batty,…
Dude, I’m know this is a little late, and that everyone has probably already said this before, but seriously: DICK MOVE, Underwear Bomber. Besides the obvious reasons (duh, killing thousands of people and being a fanatic asshole is LAME), you also made it seriously inconvenient to fly back to the states. Which I realize isn’t…
I’ve concluded that in my travels, at least, I can either see people or I can see things – but usually not both. On my last trip to London I went to the Old Operating Museum and the Tower of London and roamed all around the city, but I missed out on seeing nearly every…
I’m not still writing about Scotland, am I? Have three days in a country ever been stretched into so many blog posts? Hemingway rambled less about Spain, I’m sure. I hope you aren’t getting bored. Because Scotland really is a magical land. Even though my husband had to remind me repeatedly that Leprechauns are not,…
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