Friday, June 26, 2009

This is a picture of my eyeball

From my cool new optometrist. Too weird not to share.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

You, there!

Randomly funny skit from "The Whitest Kids U Know"

"I really really mean this in the best possible way, Andrea: you have a most keenly developed sense of the tragically hilarious."


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Monday, June 22, 2009

I'm not just a member of her Fan Club, I'm also the Assistant Executive Vice Secretary for International Homeland Affairs

My sister's latest theatrical work (makeup, asst directing, starring):

This one's pretty good, too:

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Check the newest addition to "Chez Lubawy"

It's a Wurlitzer, all three pedals work. I have my dust rags and Murphy's ready and have already reserved a space for the bust of Mozart I will inevitably buy in Salzburg.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Consciousness returns in waves, a brief awakening from the dullness of work, of disease, of food and TV.
On the freeway I watch the harbor swim by, sing along with my burned CD;
roll the windows down,
let my hair spread out around me like a fiery halo.
"What if I didn't stop?" I wonder.
Where would I go?
Where could I go that a million other suburbanites aren't already headed,
in their SUVs, in their Cadillacs; with their kids, their coworkers, their lovers,
seeking rest and relaxation but finding traffic and bills and petty squabbles?
Who would love me when I got there?
Who would miss me back home?
And since when did I consider this rest stop "home"?