pass the tissues

Maybe it's the PMS, but this story has turned me into a complete puddle. If you need a lift -- and a good, cleansing cry -- please read it.

(via Dorothy Surrenders)

such great [brooklyn] heights

It's official! I'm leaving Cobble Hill and moving a few blocks away to Brooklyn Heights in either mid- or late-June. So long, Tiny Wee Studio. Hello... um, Slightly Larger but by No Means Big-Ass Studio.

Uh yeah, I think I need to work on a better name for it. All in due time. Thanks for the well wishes!

i four years old

Rejoice, bitches! Today Ham & Cheese on Wry turns a whopping four years old. God, it seems longer than that, huh? Maybe it's because age three was a rough year for my blog -- I barely updated it and when I did, there wasn't much to say. Here's hoping year four will remedy that.

For those of you in the mood for some nostalgia, here's the link to my first-ever post.

P.S. The title of this post is not an error. It randomly popped into my head, as stray bits of pop culture and quotes often do. I think this was from Bill Cosby routine? I'll have to consult the Google. Ask me what I ate for breakfast yesterday and I'm stumped. Ask me about a minute detail from a John Hughes movie and my memory is shockingly accurate and thorough. It's a gift, really.

UPDATE: God, I love the YouTube. Even though I fudged it slightly, the "I'm four years old" line is, in fact, from Bill Cosby's "Jeffrey" routine:

Some of the details are fuzzy but I'm still a freak about remembering this sort of shit, no?

if that's movin' up...

Sorry for the absence, guys! My life sort of exploded in the past month. A lot of stuff to deal with, including but not limited to, a bad-ass cold, a big-ass dental bill and the upcoming termination of my lease. My rent was hiked so after six long years and several battles with m-i-c-e, I'll be leaving The Tiny Wee Studio.

The m-i-c-e did not win the war, I assure you. My greedy landlord did. I refuse to pay his new asking price so I'm packing up my shit and leaving on or before June 30. I have my eye on a place nearby so, if all goes well, I'll be moving about two blocks away into a bigger, better place... sans Mickey. It's not 100% yet so please keep your fingers crossed.

It wasn't a change I was expecting. In fact, in one of my somewhat recent posts, I mentioned the rehab my apartment had recently undergone. I had planned to stay in my apartment for another year so that I could save my money and be all practical and crap. But since when do things go the way I plan them? NEVAH!

However, instead of feeling all pissy and put-upon, I'm embracing the change and getting myself excited about the blank canvas that will be my new apartment. Wish me luck!

a fine how do you do

My site was knocked offline for a good five hours today... the very day I decided to update my blog after a two-month lull. Not the most auspicious new beginning, huh?

resurrection... sort of

Hello! This is just a wee drive-by to check in and shamelessly solicit comments about how much you've all missed me. Go on. Comment, dammit.

So, how have ya been? I'm good but still ridiculously swamped with work and life in general. However, I do I find myself emerging from the cold, dark winter. In fact, I'm feeling downright antsy in anticipation of the warmer weather. I want go to out and do new things and resurrect some of my old hobbies and interests.

Speaking of which, American Midol, my other blog, is still going strong. For those of you in the deep throes of Curly withdrawal (oh, but it's a painful affliction, isn't it?), I invite you to share in some of my sass over at the cheeky tribute to American Idol, co-authored by The Lovely Jess, Not-So-Sweet (but in a good way) Melissa and the deliciously cantankerous Mejack.

You know you watch it. You know you even vote. Embrace your addiction. We do.

Let's see, what else? Oh, congrats to the wonderful Dorothy Snarker of Dorothy Surrenders. She's the winner the 2007 Lesbian Lifestyle Blog of the Year Award. Congrats also to my peeps, Sinclair Sexsmith, Lori Hahn and Riese for their well-deserved nominations.

Things with Glamour Puss are still humming along. She's super cool. She's so cool, in fact, that I'm going to give her The Kick-Ass K-mart Bike. I'm in the market for something a bit lighter (for storage purposes, see) and GP was totally robbed of her bike a few years back. So, she inherits my phat ride, I get a hot new set of wheels and the two of us ride around together, further cementing our status as a nauseatingly-sweet couple. We're so gross. It's awesome.

Speaking of storage, oh my God, you guys, I am just about done with Operation Tiny Wee Studio Overhaul! I have a couple of more small things to get and some paint touch-ups to do but the majority of the work is done. My apartment is still ridiculously small and I still have my adult bunk bed but everything else has been shuffled around or replaced entirely making it seem like a whole new apartment. There's fresh paint on the walls, a new area rug, ottomans, curtains and all that other stuff that I never ever thought I'd be excited about. It's shocking how much time I spent comparing curtain panels. Shocking, I tell you!

Lastly, Happy St. Patrick's Day to my fellow Irish and those of you who like to pretend to be on this day. For your reading pleasure, here's something from the archives:

:: Erin Go A-Cup Bragh

Talk to you soon,
Curly