guilty pleasure

Guilty pleasure of the 2008 summer hiatus? Baby Borrowers.

Six teen couples from around the U.S. get put in beautiful subdivision houses, given a [bleep]pot full of baby stuff and then at least one baby, which they must care for.

Yeah, call it a guilty pleasure, but I am so totally stoked for the Sex and the City movie...and it's a good think because the rock & roll pickins are slim this weekend...

I know, I know. It seems like all I ever do is hang out on the Internet.

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Sasha Frere-Jones worries that there is no awesome summer pop song waiting for us this year. He's concerned that there is nothing poised to reign at the top of Top 40 radio playlists that Top 40 fans can embrace and non-Top 40 music listeners can call their guilty pleasure. He asks, "Where are the singles?

Just about a week until my family arrives. I was really looking forward to their visit, but now I'm lackadaisical. (And yeah, I spelled it on the first shot)

Made pancakes today. Decided that, while I consider myself a pretty damn good cook, I should recognize my limitations. I suck at making pancakes. Also decided, I need to break down and get some new pots & pans.

You know, I’m really not that impressed with canned meat. Nor am I impressed with salsa unless it’s filled to the brim with tomatillas and is light on the cilantro.

I also detest cooked red peppers.

Now I don’t hate everything even though this post started out on a pouty tone. I’m very unhappy with my header which I’m going to have to change up before I go mad. If you are wandering why I changed the template over here is I had several people

There are a couple of things going on this morning. I’ve been trying to find my footing on some personal things that are occuring at Chez Coma and I’ve been trying to figure some stuff out. I believe the winter weather tends to throw a curveball at most folks with a bit of Seasonal Affective Disorder and I walk out into the cold sort of sighing. I’ve said this before in my time of blogging.