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Hipsters In Space

Yeesh, we're totally suffering a summertime slump around here. Sorry that posts have been few and far between. Never fear, the wishbone clovers will be back on track soon. We promise!

For now, we present this funny because-it's-true tidbit from Current: Hipsters in Space.

Good for the geeks, good for the snarks, good for the drunks (I'm pretty sure that's Two-Buck-Chuck in the Captain's hand) and music lovers, which pretty much covers us and you, our lovely readers.

Enjoy, and happy 4th of July!

The Ex-Girlfriend Report Card

Ah, boyfriends.

The good, the bad, and the ugly. Each of them the product of so many sources: the finicky mom who made him scrub tiles with his toothbrush; the older brother who redeemed bottles to buy his first sax.

Mostly at this stage in the game, they're a product of their ex-girlfriends. The slag, the psychopath, the sweetheart who took off for law school: those are the ladies who formed the man you see before you today.

Jury Duty

I'm happy to report that there is now free wi-fi!

What?! I *love* kids!

Aren't my nieces cute? And sweet as pie!

That's my nephew almost out of the picture on the right. He's doing the traditional "oldest child making believe I'm not here by reading the whole time and ignoring you idiots" trick, one of my childhood favorites.

We actually had a great time when Chief and I saw them in Boston, but man alive! What a handful! Further confirmation that I'm auntie-not-mommie material.

Also, my boobs in this picture? Crazy! No wonder Chief likes that dress so much.

What's Louder Than 10? 11. Exactly. One Louder.

My sense of humor veers from the absurd to the nonsensical. The mini-Stonehenge scene from Spinal Tap makes me convulse with laughter.

But when I'm with someone who is less ridiculous--normal, shall we say?--I raise the bar on my own performance, as if to compensate.

Battlestar Galactica- What a Tease!

Ok, when I'm not watching "So You Think You Can Dance" with Cat and eating cookies, I am either reading Dune or watching BSG, or as the laymen say, Battlestar Galactica. While I am a huge supporter of writers and the strike, the only sadness is, well, I have to wait. But, isn't that the sign of true drama.

All My Best Homies Count Cookies By The Sleeve

Recently  I had a "get to know you" coffee with a potential freelance client. This woman and I had chatted about our shared love of macaroons from Miette, an incredible French bakery at the Ferry Building, so we met there and got a cookie to nibble with our hot drinks.

The macaroon was delicious, and I had to force myself to eat it politely, in small bites instead of one big gulp. I was about to gleefully confess this to my new acquaintance when she said, "The one cookie is perfect! It's all I need for the whole day!"

No wonder she's so damn skinny, I thought.

City Life is Nothing Like Sex and the City

Really, I've been a city girl for a grand total of three years. Despite this, my family suspects I've transformed into some bizarre and unrecognizable creature, as if $300 heels were fused to my feet like plum stiletto hooves. From the tone of our conversations, it's clear they think I spend my Tuesday nights doing jello shots off a flaming bar.

But what is it like? I wonder this sometimes, try to encapsulate it so that I can remember clearly if I'm ever ensconced in the suburbs with a garden and a creaking gate.

It's like this.

The Girl Effect

A really stunning use of typography and music for a good cause.

Doodles of Mystery

What do your doodles say about you? Well frequently - I have no clue. Thankfully, there is the doodle decoder. But then there are people who have turned doodling into fine (very fine) art. Visit Paul Madonna's site. I'm sick with jealousy - he'll currently traveling Europe.