in light of last night's presidential debates, which left me terrified of what my future will be should some small percentage of people not bother go to the polls or decide to blindly trust Bush - who, like the stereotypical father figure, assures

have you ever read something and been surprised that it's never been written before? that no one else ever had that idea or decided to arrange lovely, single words into that particular order? I have that feeling a lot when I read the scribblings on

me: what happened to your myspace profile? i lost a friend...liam: Oh sorry, my girlfriend and I quit myspace together. Guess I forgot to tell you that. It's so gross it lacks the innocence and consideration of friendster. me: quitting myspace and fr

from the Lovely Miss Laurel:Brian took one of those Meyers-Briggs personality tests online yesterday and he said that whenever he takes it, he alternates between Introvert and Extrovert without warning.  He says this is not because he's uncomfortabl

Laurel pointed out today how each experience you have has the potential to make you a more interesting person, and I loved how that just put everything into a new perspective. and then she said something really, really cute.Me: Your point is brillia

so Mummy Boy published a zine and he quoted me in it. then he gave it to all his friends. I stood amongst said friends last friday night.Friend1: Hey, you're the Meg who said that quote, right?Me: Yeah...Friend2: See, you're famous now 'cause of MB

how Meg A spent her weekend is beautiful."on sunday i found myself at my friend's work with a monkey wrapped around my neck. no, not a stuffed monkey. i real LIVE monkey!  name: opie. and he loved me for giving him goldfish crackers and i loved

the building where jay and i work contains many corporate types but not many cool kid types. whenever we see one, we alert each other to said cool kid's presence. the number of spottings has drastically increased lately.jay: I saw another kid in the

standing in the locker room at the gym, listening to a conversation three middle-aged, very upper middle-class women are loudly having while fixing their processed hair in the mirror. the first woman is peppering the other two with questions and anec

I've written a mini-review (with pictures!) of the 2004 Siren Festival, but so has Miss Trixie, and hers is much more amusing. go read it. in light of these reviews and our shared love of the Thermals, you might also enjoy the following email exchang

there's an article about Modest Mouse (by Darcy Hemley) in this month's Spin, and it includes the greatest anecdote I've ever heard:This may be all you need to know about [singer] Isaac Brock: Somewhere, he has a videotape of himself walking out int

after reading the New York Observer's emo boy article, a coworker sent me an older, but similar, NY Post article, "NYC Men: Kids in a Candy Store". "In New York, dating must be relegated to an allotted slot - along with walking the

my coworker and I went to a pilates class at lunch today, because I'm all corporate and upwardly mobile like that. I was crazy sore from a different class the day before, so I thought pilates would be good and stretchy. well. we had a substitute

Joey Comeau is one of the co-creators of the lovely, ineffable A Softer World. if you sign up for their mailing list, you get a little email from Joey at least once a week about his writing projects and other Softer World things. sometimes these

my friend Alina is spending six months being non-profity all around russia (even siberia!) and she has been sending out lovely siberian spam missives every few weeks, relating all her adventures. one missive had this anecdote in it, which has very l

last last weekend, on the phone with laurel:Meg: I hate going on first dates and meeting people. It's so awkward and I'm always worried about what's going to happen next and saying something dumb. (long pause) Actually, do you know what my biggest fe

dinner with Josh last night, telling him about my recent writers block and writing identity crisis and blogs and fiction and all these autobiographical punk zines I've been reading lately.Meg: I mean, they all write about the same four things, and I

one a.m., sitting on the L train at the end of our mindbending G train adventure after the Against Me! show:Me (pleading): I just want to go home and sleep! Mummy Boy (gleefully): New York! The city that never sleeps! Because you can't fucking g

we are all fighting against time to claim things we will inevitably lose.

a few months ago I submitted a short story I'd written to the lit mag story quarterly. today I got a response from them. it reads, in part: Thank you so much for sending us your good story, which we found both interesting and well written. The story

my dad's a big geek (sci-fi, fantasy, comics - which is why he's awesome) so he likes to read Neil Gaiman's blog. at the end of february he sent me this excerpt from one of Neil's entries. it's hysterical.Last night I went out owling, with a number o

Mummy Boy and I are watching people dance the night away. a particularly skinny hipster walks by.Me: that kid used to be in a Smiths cover band. (pause) he used to dance with boys and girls. (pause) by which I mean, he swings both ways. (pause) by

ace: did you decide what to do for your birthday yet?meg: no. I'm going to the thermals show and the stellastarr* show for sure, but I'm not sure yet if I want to have a party. and if I do, whether I want to have a big dance party blowout or a little

meg: were you super-lunch-girl this week? did you bring your lunch again today? because I didn't.jay: hell no. friday = Burritovillemeg: huh. I didn't realize. for me, Friday = donuts.jay: donuts + Burritoville + Coke = the best Friday evermeg: if it

today at work we got a company-wide email out of nowhere saying that the workplace is not an appropriate place for children, as it detracts from productivity. did I mention my job involves reading romance novels? this isn't exactly rocket science peo