Matt Potter 7 p.m., May 4
Diary of a Diva
I like raccoons
I felt my face flush with heat when across the table I heard these names pronounced correctly, with perfect French accents: “Al-bare Kam-oo” and “Mare-so.”
The side of the island where the only store closes at 6 pm.
At first, David was dejected, and I wasn’t much help. “If we were going to go for fun, I probably would have opted to stay on the fun side of the island,” I said.
The old implications of “not owning a TV” are as obsolete as VHS tapes
The guy with the beard further demonstrated his grace: “So, tell us about you,” he said to the girl, politely indicating it would be nice if she talked about what she did, rather than what she did not.
There’re no electrical outlets in the woods
While driving, there is absolutely no expectation in any corner of my mind that I should or could be doing anything else but enjoying the ride. And there are no electrical outlets in the woods.
"My business card is a book."
Judgment gets a bad rap. This is understandable, seeing as the term sounds so much like the closely related “judgmental,” which is used to describe someone who is overly critical, even disapproving.
Disgusted with Richard Cheese’s audience
David decided to dress in the lounge spirit, in an ensemble I referred to as “the afterparty” look: a tuxedo with the bowtie untied and hanging from his neck.
Laptop charger fouls the bed — what to do?
Katie works full-time at an office job and prefers to spend her weekends hiking, building motorcycles, or simply chilling at home, sans pants.
Try to say “symphony” with a straight face
The lights dimmed, and the orchestra began to play. The music was much softer than I remembered from my past experiences. If it were a stereo, I would have turned it up.
Bust out the eyedropper and stir up some cocktails
“I’m going to put the tonic, Aperol, and sodium alginate in that container, and then you need to emotion-blend it while I’m over here mixing the calcium lactate and water in this container.”
Stop moralizing everyone's food choices
At some point, we became accustomed to framing our discussion around food choices in moral terms. It’s stupid, and we need to stop.
Barbarella reports from Snohomish, Washington