It was the best of times...it was the worst of scores

Michael and I did something new last week: went bowling with some friends.


As a couple, we were by far the saddest of the bunch.

Yours truly had the lowest total scores all night. Here I am doing the walk of shame, which I did all too often.


And here's Michael, the MDP of the night: Most Degenerated Player. While everyone else's scores improved from game 1 to game 2, Michael's deproved by a signifigant amount.


We can't wait to go again. We're gluttons for punishment!

Euphemism of the Day

Ever need to call someone out for lying without offending them? Then here's a handy euphemism for you:

Harsh version: "That never happened!"

Euphemistic version: "Well, actually I think that statement may be historically inaccurate."

Source: Inspired by the ATA v. FAA opinion written by the diplomatic Judge Henderson.

Some Sunshine from California

The single digit weather finally warmed last weekend, coinciding with the visit of my good friend Joy.


Joy and I have been friends since junior high school so seeing her again always makes me reminisce and marvel at "how old we are now!"

It's strange how so much has changed and yet nothing really has changed. The same fears, the same flaws, the same confusion plague my quiet moments now as they had then. And Joy seems as certain, optimistic, and ebullient as I've always remembered.

As always Faulkner rings true: The past is not dead. In fact it's not even past. That's kind of a terrifying thought for those who grew up as I did...but thank God I believe in redemption. I have to.

You know you're depressed when...

As I plopped my butt down in front of the boobtube, as is my wont, guess what I chanced to see?

An entire hour of The View dedicated to the topic of women and depression. Their guest was saying how she knew she was depressed because of her extremely low-energy and the fact that she watched a lot of QVC.

That sentence struck me like a lightening bolt.

Meet some of my best friends:


Ever since last year I've been a newly converted devotee of HSN, the local cable counterpart of QVC. Instead of quickly flipping past Channel 70 with slight annoyance, like any sane person would do, I started to just let my fingers pause on the remote and let the sound of the snakeoil salesmen and women wash over me like a warm stream of sunshine in a cold dark living room.


It's something about their tone of voice. So cheerful, so optimistic, so concerned for us to enhance our lives by buying their products. Is it wrong to be attracted to such love and joy exuding from a fellow human being?


Many times I just leave the tv on as I do other chores simply to have that positive energy flowing around the apartment at all times.

(Shivan's my favorite. When people ask her how she's doing she always responds: Happy happy!)

It's exactly what a depressed person needs.