Today is the tenth anniversary of my first date with my now-partner in life and love, Katie Pruitt. This is a photo of the skinny, younger versions of ourselves before a Halloween party (Yes, both of those tunics are mine). I, of course, had to take it a step further and photoshop a background of the Enterprise bridge in.
Happy ten, Katie. I’m sure I’ll be re-Tumbling this picture for decades to come!
This is my dad, me, my sister Kelly, and our cat, Max, circa 1988-ish. Not sure why I’m looking so emo.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
via nostalgasm
I remember this place! We had one in Fort Wayne. I got lost in the tunnels once, and came upon a pile of human vomit. Oh, and the robot was ALWAYS broken.
Botan Rice Candy. My mother used to give me these as a child. I always thought it was the coolest thing to eat the rice paper wrapper.
They used to come with toys in the box, though. Now there are just stickers.
Lame.
A rainbow sherbet and Sprite float. Whenever I drink one, I think about my childhood. During a certain period of my life, I got frequent sore throats, and this is what my mother would make me. Sugary, citrusy, bubbly goodness.
(Reblogged from my post at Citizen Wayne)
The This American Life episode from this week is about guns, and is maybe my favorite episode from the year so far (granted, that’s only 4 episodes so far). The first story, in particular is awesome. Sarah Vowell’s story, “NRA vs. NEA” is about reconciling the culture gap between the pro-gun people and the anti-guns. If you listen to just part of the episode, check that one out. It’s the first act.
It reminds me a little bit of a column I wrote in 2006 for a Progress Indiana, a local LGBT magazine a friend of mine created. I had a regular column called “Confessions of a Metrosexual”. Below is that column.
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I’ve always considered myself to be a pacifist. When I was young, I would defer arguments to the more aggressive kids, even though I knew I was right. It was easier that way—not as much conflict. Even today, I am primarily non-confrontational. I’m a lover, not a fighter.
Sunday, December 11, I did something I’ve never done before, and never thought I would do. My fearless editor Dave, fellow staff writer Tom and I trekked to the far land of Wabash, Indiana to shoot guns. Tom wanted to experience firing a gun for his story (in this issue!) and I thought it would be interesting to tag along.
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And she’s at it again!!
Zooey Deschanel covers the Carpenters’ “Yesterday Once More”