What Women Want
Another article I have written has been published. As usual, since my real name is attached to it, please e-mail me if you want a link for reading.
While on the way back from Lenox, Bunny and I ate at the Red Rooster Drive-In. I have to say the burgers were kind of bleah, but the fries were good and the onion rings were very good.
I have a migraine headache tonight. I got it when leaving
Lenox, Massachusetts – the only things to do there when Tanglewood isn’t in full swing are eat, sleep, and shop. Bunny and I did quite a bit of each. Now I’m scared to weigh myself.
Max Brenner – overpriced and overrated. Not recommended.
I’m old. My left foot aches from potential arthritis. Good thing I’m seeing the podiatrist tomorrow. Also, my hair is getting thinner. Maybe I should
Thanksgiving is tomorrow. To celebrate, I will be travelling to the middle of frickin’ nowhere in my twin roles of boyfriend and chauffeur. Therefore, blogging will be minimal and possibly non-existent for the rest of the week.
However, I would like to take this occasion to do something a little different. Rather than doing the tired and cliche’ tactic of listing the things I am thankful for,
Hey, I’ve learned something today.
First, I learned that just because I’m quoted the price of a monthly membership at NYSC as $54 for full access to all clubs, doesn’t mean they actually mean it.
Next, I learned that the price they actually meant was $63 for the single club only. For access to all clubs, they charge $80 per month (which is $10 less than their standard price).
Finally, I
Christopher Eccleston is joining the cast of “Heroes”. This was a man afraid of being typecast in a particular role when he played the Doctor. Oy.
Adam West is appearing at the Big Apple Convention this weekend. I’m strongly considering going since I didn’t get the chance to see Shatner and West is almost as much a cultural icon.
If one prefers lace over leather, can they be called a
I made an error. I thought St. Ann’s Warehouse in Dumbo had extended the run of Hell House. Oh well. I’ll find something else to do on Friday night. And for the rest of the weekend as well.
I never hear from you people anymore. I’m not talking to the commenters. I’m talking to the lurkers. I forbid you to lurk on my blog unless you write me an e-mail saying hello and telling me what
Mike the Accountant might be making a triumphant return visit Friday night, for all you party animals out there. He squeezes his toothpaste tube from the middle and tears the tags off of mattresses.
Searches that have recently brought people here:
“marvelous mammaries” – yes, they are.
“caren li**ner’s blog” – (substitute in the ’s’s). This is a recurring search that leads people to this
Before I begin, is anybody interested in joining me to go and see Hell House in Dumbo on Friday night?
My weekend: Friday night was Battlestar Galactica. Geeky, but true. Good episode, but far from the best this season.
On Saturday, I somewhat geeked out and went to the Creation Convention and heard Kate Mulgrew speak for a while. However, I not only got in for free, but after I write an
The conversation between myself and Bunny went something like this:
Me: I have a great idea to spice up our sex life.
Her: (Rolls her eyes)
Me: We should invite another woman to have sex with the two of us. Make it a threesome.
Her: And I want this…why exactly?
Me: To make sex more exciting.
Her: So are you saying that I’m not enough to satisfy your needs?
Me: No, of course not. But
The conversation between myself and Bunny went something like this:
Me: I have a great idea to spice up our sex life.
Her: (Rolls her eyes)
Me: We should invite another woman to have sex with the two of us. Make it a threesome.
Her: And I want this…why exactly?
Me: To make sex more exciting.
Her: So are you saying that I’m not enough to satisfy your needs?
Me: No, of course not. But
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