Mihow

Tag: pets

  • Idea Assassination

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    On Thursday, I came up with an idea. At the time, I thought it was a good one. I decided that it’d be fun to record the folks in my life and hand out snippets of each person’s voice. So, for example, whenever mentioning Gerry I’d put up a sound file of him speaking. In…

  • Brooklyn Loves NOLA and I Won!

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    On Friday, Toby Joe and I went to Enid’s for the one and only Brooklyn Loves NOLA benefit. Originally, we were just gonna pay our entrance/donation fee, have a drink, and then leave as we’re not much into big crowds and the place was packed. Instead, we had the most excellent evening, sharing drinks, and…

  • I Support Sweatshop Labor.

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    I got off the L Train at Bedford Avenue in hopes of sneaking a little Tasti D-lite softserve before meeting up with Toby Joe. There were grumpy people everywhere due to New York’s newfound wave with heat and humidity. And all I could think about was ice cream. Earlier, I had put half of what…

  • Grand Master Funk

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    It seems that some kind of funk has snuck up on me. I’m not depressed, outwardly. And I don’t feel down, necessarily. But I do feel sort of “whatever”, endlessly. I feel like walking around answering questions like Napoleon Dynamite. A conversation might go like this: Hey Michele! What do you want to do for…

  • An Ode to Schmitty

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    This is our cat, Schmitty. I don’t talk much about my cats on here for obvious reasons, but I figured it was o.k. to do so today. Recently, faced with the idea of losing him, I think it’s due time for an ode. But I will warn you, I sound age 7 when I talk…

  • STOP THE PRESS!

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    I made a video for Toby yesterday just to drive him more mad with the Muppet theme song. I’m going to put this here instead because I’m tired of bitching and worrying. (Warning: Sound. The sound of my voice.)

  • That's all she wrote.

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    Well, the movers come today. And they’re taking away all of our stuff. We have our parking spots blocked off using empty laundry containers. And I’m not kidding. I used an old ruler to tape the sign to a crate. Couple our ghetto reserve parking techniques with Toby’s seatless scooter and my Sony monitor, and…

  • New York City

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    I’ve been known as a fruit from time to time. I’ll wonder about and toy with and tickle all the oddities life casually sneaks to us, those weird circumstantial roads one ends up going down where everything (once you’re there) seems almost too planned, as if it was or is meant to be. I can…

  • morning

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    If you could leave right now and pick apples all day would you do it? Perhaps it’s the Pennsylvania in me, but I have this overwhelming want for dirt and grass and fireflies and fruit and bugs and water sounds and places to go where there is no man made sound. It all reminds me…

  • worry

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    I think I could enjoy this more if someone would just say, “Hey, you know what? It’s all going to be alright. Stop worrying so much.” And if they did I probably wouldn’t believe them anyway. I want to take everyone I like and put them in my pocket and take them to the park.…