Tag Archive: Ingrid Michaelson

Why am I not Icelandic?

Seriously. ¬†While I’m very proud to be Italian and French Canadian (as far as I know), I now feel a bit gypped that I don’t appear to have ANY Icelandic blood. I mean – not ONLY are most of these people GORGEOUS: but I’ve just learned that genetically they are NOT pre-disposed to SAD –…

Ode to a Candy Hangover, or The Post Made Out of Song Titles…

Halloween, 1997. It was a dark and Stormy Night. Harold decided he was going to Trick or Treat, even though he was technically two years past the age limit. (He was fairly underdeveloped, so he was certain he wouldn’t get hassled about it.) He crafted a costume – he tried for Prince in Purple Rain, but finally settled for a one eyed, one horned, flyin’ Purple People Eater – and set out to find Strangers with Candy.