“That’s so stupid – they’d be TEXTING in real life. Not talking.” It’s funny. I find myself saying this every time I can bring myself to give a new movie a try. But, then, when I recently saw “Disconnect” and then one half of “The Fault In Our Stars” (which I couldn’t finish because it was taking too long to move the subplot about the blind-kid along so I got.. Read More
Mom-Convos: Makenzie and acid
This week in mom-convos with bratty kids, there’s the trending Makenzie with her dirty laundry, iphone shortcut hacking, and predilection for LSD. Seriously. There are so many questions. Like: What size house are these genetically linked stranger-roommates living in that they can’t just ambulate to communicate face to face? Where’s her phone charger? Doesn’t the mom know enough English to attempt some sort of diction circumvention? Why does Makenzie have.. Read More
PhonesomniAct
The beauty about texting is the invisibility cloak that shields my absolute absence of ardor. Thank god. I’m trying to be nice, but when I’m sleepy, hurting or annoyed in general – my inner werewolf (don’t be fooled by that term, “inner”, as you needn’t dig far to find him) surfaces like some acrid gaseous emission from the depths of a bath. At such times as these, the mere concept.. Read More