Read Me
I’ve said this before, but I rarely update or even click on my own links page. Some of that stuff is great, but I’m pretty sure some of it doesn’t even exist anymore. I wouldn’t know because I never check it. But here are some sites I do check on a regular basis, and would add to my links page were we not having a stand off that will continue until my links page finally folds and takes itself down:
Orange Bottles/Silver Cans – Formerly known as Hookers on Stilts. Once ate cupcakes on my couch. Twice puked in my bathroom. Always heartbreakingly nasty.
Damn Kids, Get Off My Lawn! - This lady and I have had some serious FBorFW emails in the past year, mostly about Liz/Warren/Granthony, but I just realized I have no idea what her name actually is. But her email name is Your Mom. I love that.
Third Armpit – I used to read Erin’s Nerve blog, which is sort of funny because I am the only person I know in New York who has never had a Nerve profile. Anyway, she’s a hilarious storyteller, the sort of person who’s probably really fun to sit with at the big corner table at the bar. Also good, also by Erin: Miss Information.
Sweet Juniper – This is hardly news to anyone, as I’m sure the entire internet joins me in my family crush on these people, but man do I enjoy them. They are both funny and smart and their kid is cute as hell, plus this rules.
Dear Diary – This girl is one of my favorite Cringe readers, and aside from being funny, always stylin’ so damn hard. I ran into her on the train one day, just doing nothing, and she made me wish I was dressed better. Sort of like how Jack Nicholson says to that shrewish broomstick in that movie, “You make me want to be a better man,” only with pants and accessories.
goodreads – #1 way I procrastinated last week. Thanks a lot, Kate.
The last link isn’t to a blog, but to a story. Last Sunday night, I had a long phone conversation with my friend Josh in Olympia, and we started talking about how cool it would be to be a folklorist. This led to a discussion of our favorite creepy books as kids, and I told him about the creepiest story I’d ever read. It was in one of those Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark books, actually, which really weren’t all that scary at all, drawings aside. But I read this story when I was in college, to kids I was babysitting, in broad daylight, a summer afternoon, all of us in their sunny bedroom in damp bathing suits, and the kids were completely uninterested, but the last line of the story freaked me out so badly the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I was like, “SO! Who wants to close this book right now and go swimming?!” So Josh and I found the story online, and he read it to himself while we were still on the phone, and when he got to the end, he went, “Whoa!” and I jumped and yelled, “I KNOW!” because just him saying whoa made the hair on the back of my neck stand up again. I present to you: The Gypsy Girl and The Drum.