Oct. 16 movie night: 1964’s “Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb”
Hi
Just checking in.
There’s a tree in my bedroom
In the closet, actually. Well, it’s not really my bedroom anymore — I haven’t lived there for more than 10 years; my mother still lives there. But there’s still a tree in my bedroom.
A text conversation with my mother
Mom: Snake in house! How do I get rid of? Me: Move?
Save the milk
A Love Story… In Milk from Catsnake on Vimeo. Did I just form an emotional attachment to a milk carton? (Clever campaign, UK.)