Sundays are bullshit. I’ve hated Sundays for as long as I’ve had school, or been employed with any sort of regularity. They’re bullshit, man. Sundays are like airbags. You don’t ...
Some scenes from last week. And a little to say. We still have little to show aside from bathroom renovation progress—I mean, I got this mirror awhile back and we haven’t even hung it yet, so—but I figured I’d pop by anyway and tilt the scales a little. But not about anything I want to […]
[Pictured: latergram from an especially rank bathroom in RVA after a margarita. Obviously.] There are a lot of things I don’t know, but I’ll tell you one thing I do know: dick and fart jokes are great. I was in a relatively stellar mood on my way into a meeting recently when the familiar sedative […]
I revealed on the C+C Facebook recently that I kind of hate the living s*$t out of this blog’s name. Ha! Sorry, man. But it could not be further from my style. Not the caftan part, just the whole thing: the kind of lame-duck humor to it, the too-easy pairing, the alliteration… the family-friendly obviousness […]
“I’ve just been so terrible about keeping in touch. I just, I work, all the time, and I talk about work, I worry about work, I haven’t exercised in over a month, and I just, I have so much work.” “Well, so does everybody else,” #ouch And so went a totally non-hostile exchange with a […]
[Celebrating the first day in a month not spent with dirt caked under my fingernails with Raventos i Blanc pink cava.] Now that you know I’ve been bananas busy like my backside’s on fire—so busy—I thought it’d be a good time to put a few more dirty socks on that pile and tell you about two […]
Not that I’m a pusherman, but a deal’s a deal. Wish I knew about this before I bought that sexy, zip up long-sleeved bathing suit last week. I’d hope that it ends up being too small so I have to return it and reorder with the code, but that actually sounds like a bloody nightmare. […]
A blend of Pinot Noir, Cabernet Franc and Negrette from the estate vineyards of Jérémie Mourat in the western Loire Valley. Fruity, floral, minerally and deep…the Collection rouge is one part in a series of three wines—the other two, a rosé that mirrors the composition of the red, and a blended white of Chenin Blanc and Chardonnay. […]
“$1.25, Willie?” Name that reference and you get a burrito. Bonked a presentation over the bean with a rotten tangerine today. Just, BONK. (Not pictured.) Formula dressing for formula nailing. I’m getting the hang of corporate in the same way someone gets the hang of being in a foreign country by just giving up on […]
Hey! Things were getting a little serious around here, so I figured I’d tell y’all a quick story to lighten things up. It’s called “The Follow-Up Flush.” It hails from a small, legendary all-girls’ prep school in Richmond, VA. In an era full of Double Dare, Don Johnson and the Doobie Brothers. These were girls […]
I’ve been having so many revelations about getting older lately. The most recent was a sort of cracked, hysterical concession. I noted that, contrary to original assumptions about my persona (psychotically competitive and perfectionist), hanging out with people younger than I am was not going to be about competing with them, and definitely not about keeping […]
Remember when I used to work from home? So do I. Because I had a snowday recently and got to wear a rock tee. Without a blazer. Hmph. -C.