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Tundra # 11
...just as long as underground nuclear testing is not the responsibility of ground hogs ;)— April 2, 2010 12:17 a.m.
My Friday Night Adventure in La Mesa
"Remember, it's always the quiet one who never causes any trouble." As a lifelong apartment dweller, I can say that this is not the case. The troublemakers (wife beaters, drug-addled, all hours-partiers) usually announce themselves early on, in the form of late night yelling and banging around, slamming doors, etc. Diana, sounds like you might want to consider moving, for your own peace of mind. I would find a therapist you really feel you can trust, and talk this over with him or her. I have a therapist who is also a psychiatrist, and someone who takes a no-nonsense approach. We focus on life events with an eye toward the future, rather than regressive therapy backward into childhood. You just have to find/choose the right kind for you. Sounds like you've made a great start by reaching out to Dan. I hope the best for you, dear.— April 1, 2010 9:18 p.m.
April Fools..!!!
These are all much funner than the one played on me today. An acquaintaince at our local cafe had me try on a necklace of hers I'd been eyeing, and asking if I could buy from her--long chain with a white enamel seahorse pendant. She said right out of the blue that she wanted to see what it looked like on me, and I happened to be wearing an outfit it really looked good with, so I was sort of holding my breath, trying to sip my coffee, all nonchalance. After a little while, she said "So you like that seahorse?" "Yes indeedy I do, as you know" I replied hopefully. "Well, it's yours!" "Really? Really?" "Not...April Fool's!" Girl was triumphant. I don't think it was that funny...;(— April 1, 2010 9:05 p.m.
SD Landlords Doing Fine
Mr. B and all: what about ever-increasing HOA fees, which affect condo owners who rent their units? It seems to me that these are passed on to renters--luckily not in our case--but I've heard from others who are experiencing this...— April 1, 2010 8:57 p.m.
Update Little Falls 4/1/2010
Hey John, remember when you first started your blog, and I suggested that you shell out a few $$$ to get her address and phone online? Easy to do--and though Quill may be right, and you are doing the right thing, this way you can avoid aunts and mothers. If they are not giving you her contact info, there may be a reason for it, so you'll need to get the answer straight from the horse's mouth. It should probably be Judy's decision whether or not she wants contact with you, without any pressure or involvement by anyone else. I too wish you luck, and hope that if she decides she wants to move on, that you will find the strength to do so, too. Take care.— April 1, 2010 8:54 p.m.
I Messed With Texas
"...which left us feeling both patronized and immortal." I love this feeling! Except for the patronized part--unless you change it up to mean you just made somebody a happy customer ;) “I can’t f**king dance!” Steve yells. “I’ve been holding a guitar my whole life!” Awesome. "In no time, a quixotic old-timey mood possesses me and I propose to Lety, who I met about 44 hours ago. She does the sensible thing and tells me to ask again in the morning." ...and speaking of sensible things, what DID Lety say in the morning? It was pretty gauche not to wait until a solid 48 had passed. "4:15 p.m. Tobacco at the Onion A.V. Club party" Can you tell more about this, Chad-igami? Have you written for them? "Krautfolkpop" Intended as ekphrastic but...it should be the name of a band! "...stop at a Taco Bell somewhere in New Mexico and dress up like freaks. We zip through all the checkpoints without a hitch. Everything flows. I suppose we’re just that lucky." Nah! You're just that devious! Perfect reverse-psych move--to be boringly freakish? The Sha Na Na of freakdom gets you through checkpoints? Often wonder what life would have been like if I'd chosen UTA for grad school over NYU... AG, as our resident Texan, and, I believe, former resident of Austin, needs to step in here and set us all straight...:)— April 1, 2010 1:07 a.m.
Vigilante Minutemen patrol border near Campo
re:#22: No run-on ;) Yes, Visduh, we know that "vigilante" and "vigilantism" are pejorative terms. Are you familiar with some of the rhetoric of the folk for whom you argue in support, both at great length, and to ambiguous purpose? They form a clearly racist organization--check it out! Ponzi in #24 and refried in #25 have spoken adequately for me, so I'll rest my case with them.— March 31, 2010 10:11 a.m.
Tundra # 11
Back to Sam for a moment: "Jesus Christ!" I shouted in pain. "Let go of me you little bastard!" Now just imagine if he started screaming THAT on a regular basis! ;) "When Sam imitated Allan and the phone, I didn’t really believe that he associated what he was saying with my actually coming into the room." Thing is, quill, it is no surprise that Sam could make the association--what IS a surprise is that you didn't feel curious enough to google a fact or two about parrots! Gonna go all Cliff on ya here: For example, that they are as intelligent as a three-year old human child. That's pretty damn smart when you think about it! I've heard that special adoptions have to be made, with the prospective owner signing a heavy contract, because of the great intelligence level, and because the parrot is capable of outliving the owner. Taking on an entity with the intelligence of a three year-old for life? Yikes. He's immensely cute, though :)— March 31, 2010 1:10 a.m.
White Girl
Dunno 'bout you all, but I have a problem with someone generalizing for all San Diegans here: re: #1: "...we smirk at people who try to communicate by casting some look while declining to verbalize" This from someone calling herself a "writer" in her handle?— March 31, 2010 12:40 a.m.
San Diego cocktail lounges as settings for telling love stories
Ditto, nan. As usual, you cause the breath--and time--to catch. xoxoxo— March 30, 2010 6:26 p.m.