Thursday, October 13, 2011

Guest starring - Me!

Hola, bitches.

In case you can't get enough of me here, I'm over at Bill's place, Smells Like Borscht, where I'm waxing eloquently about food.  Mmmm . . . food.

Bill, if you haven't wandered over before and need an introduction, is married to a Russian woman.  Like RUSSIAN Russian.  And they have a kid and he has in-laws and the whole situation leads to some wonderful storytelling, including discussions on the appropriate way to raise a child [obviously, not the way we're doing it].  He also discusses his distaste for bugs and men who wear women's pants.

Finally, nearest and dearest to my heart, is his smackdown of Hemingway.  Truly, it made my heart sing.

You can follow him on Twitter, but first, head on over to his site and take a look at what your upbringing does to you re: food.  It's not always a rosy-colored glide down memory lane.



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Also, my inaugural advice column is up at FunnynotSlutty. I'm in my element, telling people what to do, and, as an added bonus, the questions I'm answering are from you lovely people.  I'd love it if you went over and made some excellent comments.  I mean, I'd do it for you.

5 comments:

  1. That awesome - glad you're getting to tell people what to do. Yay!

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  2. I love Bill! I connected with him this summer and apparently didn't get him into my Reader, dammit! Heading over now to rectify that mistake.

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  3. Yae and congrats!!! My sincerest apologies for automatically assuming "Guest starring" had something to do with threesome. Its me, not you!!! I have an innuendo problem. I can't even write "Innuendo" without hearing "The Todd".... sigh.

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  4. dood, busy shit over here. i'm never leaving the blogosphere again.

    probably.

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  5. So you are here, there, and everywhere today.

    Which is awesome because it's Friday and I wanted an excuse to sit around and read shit all day long.

    Not that your stuff will be shit.

    Oh crap.

    You know what I mean.

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