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Husband. Writer. Atheist. Doodle father. Desert dweller. Algebra-impaired but never had to find x. Nothing surprises me anymore.
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Just saw a headline that Biden’s pardoning of his son would be “a stain on his legacy.” Funny, Trump has been sharting all over his legacy for decades and no one seems to care.

I give you: the Doodle Nap.

Cheryl Hines should create a series called “Curb Your Insane Science-Denying Husband.”

A Manhattan woman who pepper-sprayed her Muslim Uber driver because he was praying says her action was not motivated by any religious or racial discrimination. So she was just seasoning him?

Delightfully surprised by “Man On the Inside” with Ted Danson. Could have been a cloyingly sweet old-timers story but it’s light and playful and includes great San Francisco locations. Also the story arc ends after season one and will pick up with a different case in season two.

I really like Amy Grant. But I’m not exactly sure why.

So glad Biden pardoned Hunter. His son was targeted only as a political move and I wish the president would take further advantage of the immunity clause Trump pushed so heavily. Go crazy Joe.

Somehow every time my husband and I try to move a heavy piece of furniture into the house we are magically transformed into LaVerne and Shirley.

Merry Christmas library lovers.

I know a lot of BlueSkyers are huge library supporters. I don’t mean to be coy, but guess whose local library has a koi pond in the middle of it?

My husband is the penultimate Streisand fan. Not long ago we were in L.A. and he insisted on driving to the far end of Malibu to sit in our car outside her estate. I expected her henchmen to come out with machine guns blazing but she graciously allowed us to admire her gate. Stalking? Never.

Fuck you gay-hating Hobby Lobby and the hetero-normative buttinsky neighbors in your Christmas commercial.

Fa la la la la la la la la

Watching Saturday morning reruns and have an epiphany: it’s The Wild, Wild WEST. Robert Conrad’s character is named Jim West. Duh. Only took me 55 years to get it.

Yeah right. Next year we'll all be gnawing on bones thanks to your Orange Cult Leader. And by the way, Biden is still the President.

If you’re the kind of person who sits on a machine at the gym for 20 minutes looking at Grindr then you should put in your profile that you’re the type of person who sits on a machine at the gym for 20 minutes looking at Grindr.

No song quite embodies my rage like Nina Simone’s “Mississippi Goddam.” Give it a listen.

“Friends” holds up so well but I’m always trying to decide if Matthew Perry was high or drunk in his scenes, which he nails every time regardless.

I nominate Hugh Grant for Funniest Vanity Fair Proust Questionnaire respondent.

I know it was on for decades, but I just hope there are enough episodes of "Midsomer Murders" to sustain me for the next four years.

Well, now that everyone in a position of authority will be doing everything they can to accelerate global warming, let's just focus on fun graphics to depict it. Global gelato, anyone?

Once the compressors are turned off, everyone’s yard turns into The Saint Valentines Day Massacre.

Costco on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving: imagine The Walking Dead if they fed free samples to the zombies.

Just heard on the news that a recent poll shows 59% of Americans are satisfied with Trump’s cabinet picks. How could this possibly be true? And if it is, we are truly screwed.

My husband just asked if I wanted a turkey omelet for lunch. Two types of bird in one dish? I cry fowl.

I don’t think I ever truly understood the word “heartsick” until now. Since the election I kept telling myself I could let it all roll off my back, cut down on exposure to news, focus on my friends and family, enjoy my wonderful life. But a free pass for an insurrection?

Hey Jack Smith: a president-elect is not a sitting president, plain and simple. Maybe you should have moved faster on these very important cases?

Teared up a bit listening to a Ferron break-up song while ironing and if that makes me a lesbian so be it.

If you want to focus your rage at something other than the political situation, I recommend watching "I Love a Momma's Boy." One guy brings his mother to his speed dating night and wonders why the women there run screaming. And don't get me started on the foot massages.

Flying monkeys wearing fezzes? Huh. That’s nothing compared to the fanged CGI baboons in Gladiator II.

What the hell are you lookin’ at?

Oh myyyyy! George Takei is following me! This actually makes up for all the times I was chosen last for dodgeball.

Such perfect cabinet appointments! But how did he miss the ShamWow Guy for Secretary of Terrycloth?

I anticipate a dystopian near-future where, instead of bonnets and Handmaid’s Tale red robes, women are required to wear three-inch false eyelashes and pageant hair to their waists.

When this guy says he’s dreaming of a White Christmas, he ain’t kidding.