Mary Phillips-Sandy

I’ve never seen an episode of Mad Men. Or Gossip Girl. Or Glee. Or The L Word.
I have, however, seen every single episode of Three’s Company. And Benson. And at least 95% of the entire Law & Order series.
This weekend I found myself in a maternity store on the Upper East Side, where I saw [...]

Earlier today I posted this Sarah Palin tribute video over at Indecision, and yes I watched the whole thing, sober, before breakfast, because that’s just the kind of dedication I bring to my job. Something about the video seemed strange yet familiar, aside from Sarah Palin talking, but I couldn’t put my finger on it [...]

Zach Braff
I have an intense, visceral aversion to this man. Perhaps it is his contrivedly-impish facial expressions, or his over-gelled faux-floppy hair, or the accumulation of consonants at the ends of his names. Perhaps it is the fact that he made it impossible for me to listen to that Shins record after it had served [...]

Or, a lesson in context:
Very early this morning I decided to take a walk, so I got dressed and headed up the hill and down the gravel path and past the horse pasture and onto the paved road, in what I might’ve termed good spirits if my mind hadn’t been completely blank. For the first [...]

Overheard yesterday evening at Christy’s Country Store1, whilst purchasing certain occasional indulgences2:
Gent, to Cashier, in a tone of Confidence: That was my ex-wife, y’know. Just left. With that fella.
Cashier, to Gent: Oh re-ally? That planned?
Gent: Whaddya mean?
Cashier: She here cause you were?
Gent: Naw.
Cashier: She say hi?
Meaningful pause.
Gent: Yep.
Cashier: Well then.
Gent: Oh, I mean- she gimme [...]

Yesterday in the car headed north I flipped the radio to the news talk channel, where a Texan preacher was reciting Patrick Henry’s speech to the Virginia delegates, like really emoting it in a quintessentially Texan-preacher fashion, and when he was done the hennish host clucked “Wow, gosh, I am just SO inspired by that,” [...]

…identify ‘em all and I’ll buy you a hot dog and a box of sparklers.

…it’s not my favorite skyscraper, it’s not the roof of the Met, it’s not the bridges, it’s not the statuary. Mostly it’s the bleary light on the tiles and the free papers in the gutter and the sharp smell of dyed carnations. It’s the traffic island at the mouth of Second Avenue and the sensation [...]

Obviously — obviously — I saw and bookmarked the WaPo “where is he now” story on John Edwards. And obviously (obviously!) I made mental note of the money quote:
Yet as he spends his days in his family’s mansion on the outskirts of Chapel Hill, N.C., Edwards can’t help but fret about how Washington and the [...]

Ha, so, this. I don’t condone crazed overreaction to innocent mistakes, nor do I “row with a lot of other women who share the same first name,” but I may as well take this opportunity to lay out the guidelines for using my nickname, which, if you have to ask “what’s your nickname,” the answer [...]