Live From The Grayish Carpet

Life on the Other Side of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll

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I wrote once before that I’d tell anyone anything except how much I weighed.    It’s not true. I won’t tell anyone that I was molested in nursery school.  It’s … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · Leave a comment

Kenny from South Park and the Importance of Being Walter

Until March, when I took care of Walter and Kenny for my friend Rachael, I didn’t understand the whole dog thing. I loved Hoover, my father and stepmother’s dog, but … Continue reading

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Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

I’ve spent the last 14 weeks dogsitting. That’s why I haven’t been blogging; I blog out of a desire to connect, and despite being dogs, Walter and Kenny have met … Continue reading

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Older, Wiser, and Happy to be Half-Assed

Yesterday was my birthday.  As soon as I woke up, I thought about everything I told myself I’d do to mark the day:   quit smoking, lay off the caffeine, … Continue reading

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Honey, I’m Home, or Swimming Pools, Movie Stars

I shouldn’t have been shaky about covering the junket for Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters 3D this past weekend.  I mean, while I may have taken public transportation to the  Four … Continue reading

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When New Things Happen to Old People

I’ve been in denial. I was convinced that the mailed offers to join AARP were sent in error, and, when an ad for a dating service appeared on my Facebook … Continue reading

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I Was A Pixie Wife

Although it’s the 20th anniversary of the day I got married, I’m not celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss.   I’m merely noting that 20 years ago this week, in … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

Expletives Not Deleted

It’s a trick.  I’m not writing about being fucked, fucking off, or fucking assholes, except in retrospect: I didn’t post for three months because I left San Francisco, visited Boston, … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday, Mel! Love, Joel McHale

It’s my father’s birthday.  Since I once again neglected to send an actual present, I once again asked my famous friend Joel to bail me out.  My Dad loves Joel, … Continue reading

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Cheerful and Uplifting Words About the Hardest Job in Rock and Roll

My father suggested that I write a cheerful and uplifting post. It was after I said I was writing about my experience at Outside Lands for my blog; it was … Continue reading

February 16, 2015 · 2 Comments

Fuck This Job Thing

I’ve made a decision.  I’m not looking for a job anymore.  I’m planning to join the ranks of the people that unemployment analysts refer to as “discouraged” just as soon … Continue reading

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Mariah, the High Priestess of Late

Over the years I worked as a talent executive, I got used to artists being late.  Puffy once kept our crew waiting for five hours, and Madonna was always way behind, … Continue reading

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PS: You’re an Idiot

I’m writing out of spite. I’m demonstrating exactly the juvenescence that I was accused of yesterday, when, in an impromptu exit interview, my former housemate Bette told me I was … Continue reading

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Fucked: A Cautionary Tale

I’m horrified.  I woke up this morning truly knowing  that the best part of my life is behind me, and that, in the worst possible way, it’s all downhill from … Continue reading

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