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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Sunday, July 13, 2003. Instead of a regular Good Humor man, my neighborhood has Ice Cream Joe. Ice Cream Joe drives a wildly hand-painted Chevy van, all primary colors in insane swirls, as though a bunch of ten-year-olds painted it. And his van doesn't play a song- he actually has bells that he rings by hand. All of this endears me to him. In front of an ice cream shop. In front of the ice cream concession. Children like the mystery of the ice cream truck, th...
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home of dismay: 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Tuesday, August 31, 2004. I just finished listening to our distinguished Lt. Governor, Mr. Michael Steele, aka Uncle Tom. His best quote of the night was "It no longer matters whether you can get a seat at the lunch counter. what matters is, can you own the lunch counter? No, actually, what matters is, can you afford lunch? Posted by Claire @ 6:53 PM. Wednesday, August 18, 2004. Posted by Claire @ 7:55 PM. Thursday, August 05, 2004. It comforts me that nowada...
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home of dismay: 04/01/2003 - 05/01/2003
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Sunday, April 27, 2003. Posted by Claire @ 7:33 PM. Thursday, April 24, 2003. Personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with selling shit. In advertising, that's what we're doing. The clients admit it, but the agencies (even those few that pay lip service to the idea) won't admit it. It's got to be all high-minded: brand, identity, integrity. It's SALES, people! Please. You've got to make the close. Sure, it's fun to play with brand- wow! When my fathe...
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home of dismay: 12/01/2002 - 01/01/2003
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Tuesday, December 31, 2002. Well, the holidays are over, and I'm over them too. No more wine hangover, no more trips to Target, no more friends from out of town. No more endless meals consisting mostly of meat. Posted by Claire @ 8:22 AM. Monday, December 23, 2002. It’s the night before Christmas Eve, what is that? Posted by Claire @ 9:07 PM. Or maybe we all are, just about different stuff. Well, that I can understand. I mean, who doesn't like lots of eye...
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home of dismay: 03/01/2003 - 04/01/2003
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Tuesday, March 25, 2003. Had the one guy made some perverse comment about me to the other? When I got my ground sirloin, the one butcher grinned at me with that cat-ate-the-canary look. What is it with butchers? Is it their constant exposure to meat, that makes women look like pieces of steak? They should've kept that sign up. It wasn't a joke- it was a warning. Posted by Claire @ 7:39 PM. Saturday, March 22, 2003. Shock and awe indeed! Tuesday, March 18, 2003.
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Friday, May 23, 2003. It's so hard when your money becomes part of a collective- you've got to come up with a workaraound, some way to justify the days you spend toiling at your job, some reward. He knows I need shoes and little baskets from Target, and I know he needs speakers and CD racks, but neither of us really wants to acknowledge those desires with cold hard cash. Posted by Claire @ 10:13 PM. Wednesday, May 14, 2003. At first, like me, they had some ve...
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Thursday, July 29, 2004. I have given birth to Mothra. I knew she was big when I had her- 8 pounds and 8 ounces of healthy baby, whereas my first baby was 6-13. But she keeps growing! At this growth rate and extraordinary level of strength, she will end up working out at Gold's Gym while the other children are playing Ring-Around-the-Rosie. In height and weight both, she tops out the charts. You will kick the other babies' butts! Posted by Claire @ 5:06 PM.
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home of dismay: 06/01/2003 - 07/01/2003
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Taking the passive out of passive-aggressive. Monday, June 23, 2003. I'm always careful at the grocery store not to let anyone see me buy anything embarassing, like Chee-tos. I don't really eat stuff like Chee-tos any more and I think it might be because I'm embarassed to put them on the conveyor belt. No Doritos for me! Only five-dollar cheese and seventeen pounds of vegetables! Then it's all for the best. Posted by Claire @ 6:58 PM. Friday, June 13, 2003. You know what I'm gonna do? They drive a crab w...
