likeable

By writing this I know that I am about to admit that I watch a show aimed at teenagers and families, and being neither, I don’t know what it says about me.  Blame Amy Sherman-Pallidino.  If Bunheads, a.k.a. “Gilmore Girls – Now, with more Dancing!” hadn’t aired on ABC Family, I might have never accidentally … Continue reading »

Cannonball Read 1: Backseat Saints

As part of a challenge, I am doing Cannonball Read Five here.  The goal is to read and (briefly or not so briefly) review 52 books in a year.  To learn more about Cannonball Read go here. I discovered Joshilyn Jackson last year when I was taking advantage of a book sale and picked up Gods … Continue reading »

The Pleasant Chortle of EVIL

Some would perhaps take issue with the fact that I am consuming entertainment while I exercise.  The way I see it, I’m killing two birds with one stone.  The thing is, I always mean to do nice things like go to movies I want to see, but I seldom make it to movies because it … Continue reading »

strep versus sketch, round one.

Well, despite attempting to avoid it, it looks as though I have my yearly bout of strep.  All drinking and wry commentary will be done by Hermes:     Meanwhile, I’ll be drinking copious amounts of tea, taking antibiotics, and watching old episodes of Key and Peele.  My brother Mike and sister-in-law Bipa got me … Continue reading »

beers and balls

I was made uncoordinated and nearsighted, built for comfort and not for speed.    I could never master the monkey bars and was hopeless at cartwheels.  As a myopic youth, my interests tended towards those least likely to result in a full body cast.  This is more difficult than you’d think, as I have more … Continue reading »

iBrody Playlist: workout songs

It’s been a while since I’ve mentioned what I’m listening to, and there is a reason for that:  I’ve mostly been listening to one song, and that song is Hey Ya! And I have said before that I have never heard that song and not wanted to get a party started.  I remember being at … Continue reading »

the lady doth protest.

Once upon a time I hated a boy. That seems a little strong to say. I did not like this boy, not one bit, and perhaps I could have merely detested him and never thought much about it again, but I was convinced I hated him. Hated him with every fiber of my being. And … Continue reading »