to all the far away towns

A place for all the bits and pieces, rants and raves. Topics most likely to come up include politics, food, my dog, technology, white wine, and poorly taken photos of the above.

[nyc-calling]

Vote Corgi is back again. You guys know what to do.

[nyc-calling]

Candy is abundant and of low value.

Me tonight

[nyc-calling]

The next logical step from custom wedding hashtags...

A custom labor and delivery hashtag.  Used when live-tweeting labor.

[bidendogs]

Submitted by @barkivist - thanks Erin!

[nyc-calling]

This week's mantra:

"At least I'm not picking through dog poop to find our wedding rings."

Repeated as needed (so basically on a constant loop through my head).

[theorlandojones]

This is a very serious disease* so I gladly accept the “bucket challenge”

*My heart goes out to all those who struggle with ALS but I am, of course, talking about the disease of apathy.  If (and hopefully when) Michael Brown’s killer is brought to justice and convicted of 1st degree murder, it still won’t prevent this from happening again. We cannot accept this as the status quo. We MUST continue the fight at the ballot box, in the media and by working to create systemic change. I’m not naive to the dirty politics (redistricting, voter ID requirements, etc) that will try to prevent us from our goal. But I refuse to give up hope. My “bullet bucket challenge” is not about pointing fingers and it’s not about being angry. Every shell casing in that bucket represents the life of someone who fought and died in the goal for civil rights and human dignity. As a member of law enforcement (yes I really am a reserve sheriff) I will not stand idly by while others violate civil and human rights under the cover of authority and I will insist that other good cops rise to the same standard as well. As a black man I will demand more from myself and my community. I will not allow outsiders to co-opt our struggle in order to commit violence in our name. I’m channeling my outrage into action so I no longer feel powerless. It’s not about black or white. It’s not about rich or poor. It’s about us vs. them. There are more of us — from all races, genders and identities — then there will ever be of them. And we will be victorious.

"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality"

Join me.

[nyc-calling]

Oooops

Maybe I should have waited until after we moved this week into the house with a backyard before putting that grill on the registry. Live and learn I guess.

[nyc-calling]

Adventures in Wedding-land

Don't worry, it's almost over, I'm sick of this too.  Woke up to A having a dream that our parents decided to plot against us and plan a wedding without us knowing and surprising us with it.  Came home to the first registry items.  Sooooooooo, that's where we are. 42 (or something like that) days to go.

[nyc-calling]

bit.ly/timmyh

You know you want to.

[nyc-calling]

Currently in an email discussion with my mother over the aesthetics of fruit tarts vs. chocolate pots de creme.  I hate wedding planning.

[nyc-calling]

I'm realizing quickly that I'm a George Banks when it comes to wedding planning. It's only a matter of time before I start redistributing hot dog buns at the grocery store. Only a matter of time.

[nyc-calling]

When Twitter photo cropping goes wrong...

[nyc-calling]

Six year anniversary and I just emptied his post-surgery pee bottle. I guess we're in pretty deep at this point.

[nyc-calling]

Also, you guys know that there are seasons and season of HH and HHI on Amazon Prime, right? Not a lot I haven't seen, but still...

[nyc-calling]

There's a certain deep joy in finding out that objectionable couples on House Hunters International have broken up since their shows.

[annfriedman]

The Heartland Pie - The Hairpin

More pie charts here.

[michelledean-deactivated2022042]

I wrote up, for Gawker, The Case for Veronica Mars, Even If You’ve Never Seen It:

Veronica Mars's setting in the fictional, Orange County-ish Neptune, California, meant that the show's palette was all sunshine and candy colors, styled not unlike a catalog for a line of teen girl clothing. But underneath all is dark, and everyone is out for themselves. If sometimes this makes the plot byzantine, the interconnectedness of all the suffering has a wonderful way of saying, graduation won’t end this. It won’t.