One of my dream rides is a VW Bee­tle convertible–old school, not one of the nou­veau style ones. I mean, those are fine and nice and all, but I just ache for the old ones. Click­ing through one of the local auc­tion house’s upcom­ing sale lists, I just saw not one but two, barely driven, […]

Some­day some­one will dis­cover the gene sequence for a desire to live in a tele­vi­sion apartment–specifically, Mary Tyler Moore’s. (The sequence MTM? I totally have it, it’s located some­where around MM, the abil­ity to eat one-pound bags of choco­late candy and then three-course meals.) There’s a post-off about TV décor over at Shel­ter­rific, and this […]

OK, sorry fel­low read­ers, but this is bull­shit. I am totally in love with recorded books (unabridged, of course) for a mul­ti­tude of rea­sons, but mostly because they allow me to “read” and drive an oth­er­wise unevent­ful com­mute. Why the hate?