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April 22, 2008
Elsewhere
Noelle Hancock, she of the hot, blonde bod and witty, pissy prose, is guesting over on Daily Intel for an extended spell. She's funny, so go fawn when you have a sec.
Also! I don't suppose this counts as "political writing," but: Keith Olbermann and Hillary Clinton play nice.
posted by jessica at 12:43 PM | Comments (0)
April 18, 2008
But really: What good is the New Yorker if you're not getting it until Friday?!
It's Friday, and unless it arrived in my mailbox while I've been at the office, I have yet to receive the latest New Yorker. This is the second week this has happened in the past month, kindasortanotreally. The first time I was pissy about this, I HAD received the magazine on time, but was pathetically guilty of fetching the mail while under the influence, burying it under a pile of crap, and then not remembering any of it (see previous post). But seeing as I've only collected my mail while sober this week, I feel justifiably irritated — but also like that irritation is sprinkled with candy-coated bits of redemption? Yeah! Cue movie-guy voice: "...But this time, she had to lose her mail before she could truly find herself..."
posted by jessica at 04:06 PM | Comments (0)
April 10, 2008
The stuff that keeps me awake at night
The week of March 24, I never received my New Yorker. And each day that I opened my mailbox during that week and saw I had yet to receive the issue, I made a mental note to fire off a quickie rant: What's the goddamn point of getting the new New Yorker on Wednesday—no, wait, Thursday—make that Friday—er, on Satur—yeah. Never got the magazine, never got around to bitching about it either. (I'm sure you feel totally slighted having missed out on that.)
AND THEN: Last night I was cleaning up and going through the various piles of magazines and bills that I leave in little stacks all over my apartment. Buried in deep in a pile with a bunch of stuff NOT EVEN FROM THAT WEEK'S MAIL, the missing New Yorker. Pristine. Untouched. I have no idea how it got up the four flights of stairs to my apartment and wriggled its way under the mound of receipts, scarves, months-old magazines, and loose change attractively decorating that particular side table, but there it was.
Actually, I do have some idea how it got there there. Who doesn't love to come home and grab the mail after six or seven glasses of wine? And what bothers me is not that I quite possibly have a problem grabbing my mail while blackout drunk, but that now I'll never know on what day I actually did get the magazine. That's the real issue here.
posted by jessica at 08:57 AM | Comments (0)
April 08, 2008
Née Videogum
Today brings the much-awaited launch of Videogum, helmed by the bong-smackingly funny duo of Lindsay Robertson and Gabe Delahaye. On a personal note, I consider one of these kids intimately involved with a lot of the fantastic trouble I've gotten into over the past three or four years, so I'm genuinely thrilled to see him embark on an exciting, content-making frenzy of his own. And Lindsay, it's really great to see you doing something cool too!
(Also, I have to darkly concur with Balk: It's always cringey-fun to watch your friends kick off a new project that will inevitably lead to that first panicked morning when, sleepily and unwittingly, they will wake up and realize that there is suddenly NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. But, like, that won't happen for at least another three weeks! Kidding. Kind of. Mazel!)
posted by jessica at 12:58 PM | Comments (0)
April 03, 2008
Stick with what you know
My college education has finally been put to good use with a hard-hitting listicle about strumpets and floozies. Alas, as the writer, I couldn't include myself in the roundup. Editor was a real prick about it.
posted by jessica at 10:56 AM | Comments (0)
