I knew that President Obama taking the office would unleash all sorts of racism, covert and overt. We’ve seen this happen with the teabaggers who held up signs that denigrated our president’s ethnicity. That would be an overt sign of the lingering racism. We’ve seen it with the “President Obama is not very smart” meme… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Musings
Welcome Back!
Well. That’s another Scriptfrenzy.org month in the books. It was an interesting ride, and it’s not over for me. I ground out 153 pages total (145 on my screenplay, and eight on my musical), and I only hit two and a half penises. Don’t ask. So, it will be a trilogy when I get… Continue Reading
I’m Oscar the Grouch
Except, I’m not green; I don’t live in a trash can; I have better hygiene. Other than that, Oscar and I are likethis. I might as well brandish a cane and shout at the kids to get off my lawn. I am going to dive in the shit today and talk about things that… Continue Reading
To Sleep, Perchance To Not Dream
I hate sleep. But, Minna, I can hear you protest–ok, no, I can’t, but let’s pretend–why would you hate something that is so good for you? It’s relaxing and rejuvenating and other re words I don’t care to list. Refreshing! That’s often said about sleep as well. Malarkey, I say. If I could get away… Continue Reading
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pens
I was going to title this post, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pans in honor of Rizzo, but since I don’t cook, it really didn’t make much inherent sense. Warning, I never read the book (or saw the movie), so I only have a vague idea what it’s about. The reason I swiped the title,… Continue Reading
A Paean to Minnesota Winters
I love the cold. Let me just get that out of the way because apparently, this is a shocking statement. I never fully understood how degenerate I am until I started telling people I keep my heater set to 63° during the day and 60° at night. In addition, I sleep in the buff except… Continue Reading