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Welcome readers, today in honor of a verrrrrry special birthday girl, I feature this bit o hillarity from my pal and yours, Soupy Meg!

Dear fellow rush-hour motorists: « Soup Is Not A Finger Food

Dear horn-honking, minivan-driving dad:

I know you thought that if you honked your horn, that car at the front of the line would realize that the green arrow was all his and stop holding up the turn lane. But seriously dude? You were five cars behind him. There’s no way the front driver heard you. The guy directly in front of you did, though, for sure, and I’m sure he was all, WTF, like there’s anything I can do about it!….

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I haven’t been writing as much lately. Yes, I’ve been busy with work and work and work. Yes, I’ve been trying to learn about some other facets of the internet to grow my blog and make it better, perhaps even profitable.

But also, I’ve been blue. Deep, beautiful, aquamarine blue, in my core. Read more »

I have a lot more to say about “friends” as I enter the brave new social media world, where “friends” on various networks mean wildly different things to different people, where importing your contacts into any new communication service can lead to wildly embarrassing events (Uhh, who are you? Uhh, didn’t we go out once and then you never called?).

But I didn’t want to wait for this post to share this. Read more »