Still mad at Target. If you’re not mad at Target, how would you feel if you found out that Target gave money to support a candidate who didn’t want people to be able to marry based on the color of their skin? Sound ridiculous, doesn’t it? And none of anyone’s business.

Vote with your dollars by spending them somewhere else. Money talks; it’s the only thing corporations listen to. You really can buy everything you need at other stores – try local businesses like hardware stores and gift shops. Don’t buy your groceries at Target. Don’t buy into Target’s bullshit. Back to school supplies? Try office supply stores, Walgreens, wherever you have to go.

Amidst sale craziness… the garage is stuffed to the top with stuff for the sale! – I happened upon this from one of my FB “friends.” Quotation marks signal that we are not friends at all and that I met this person exactly once.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! They had stopped selling Kombucha until the FDA approves it! Just got home from Whole Foods with this sad, sad news. My entire weekend is ruined! ”

I don’t know that I need to elaborate on the ins and the outs of why this person and I will never be best buds. However, I’d just like to say, “Damn you, FDA! I hate you for trying to keep idiots from hurting themselves.” Also, also – her entire weekend? Ruined because no Kombucha? Is it like crack, or what? If I saw a post that said, “Entire weekend ruined because my dealer was shot,” I would not necessarily approve of the sentiment but I’d understand the motive.

This is like saying, “My entire weekend ruined because no raw almonds at co-op. Sad sad sad!”

We’ve been getting ready for the yard sale. I feel a bit overwhelmed by my stuff. By Monday night, I just had this overwhelming need to get everything out of the basement and into the garage, despite the 90+ degree heat and the fact that I hadn’t priced a thing. I just needed it out of my immediate living space. I looked around the messy basement and thought:

1. My God. Look at all this stuff. What if my house looked like this all the time?

2. My God. I am paralyzed by my stuff. I don’t know if I can make one more Keep-Sell-Discard decision.

If you think about it, it’s fairly ridiculous to be “captive” to inanimate objects. It’s weird to think how much emotion I invest in some of my stuff. I absolutely can’t part with some things. I got weirdly possessive over my x-small Spice Girls t-shirt that I don’t fit into anymore. And the pink sweatshirt with the enormous Hello Kitty head on the front, in sequins? Well, I’m still holding on to that.

Here are some of the random items (this is really just a partial list – much, much more) I’m parting with on Saturday:

Baby This-N-That
Cap Guns
Dolls Of All Nations Collection
Paper Dolls
Gold wedge shoes
Spice Girls Pack (t-shirt, pencils, unopened CD)
Shaun Cassidy albums with one worn Shaun Cassidy poster
1986 Santa Bear (Marshall Fields and then Daytons used to come out with one every Christmas)
Care Bear
Cabbage Patch Doll (my sister has hers, too, and found the “adoption papers” that came with it)
Kid books from 1970s, 80s
Michael Jackson biography + buttons
Annie doll and Annie locket
3 piece silk suit from Dayton’s Oval Room – Asian print
Many pop culture buttons
Knick knacks galore – so many! Including a green monkey I painted in the early 90s and named “Locke”
45s
comics
Some Fisher Price stuff – a School Days Desk
So many weird odds-n-ends. I think people will have fun digging through this bin of weird stuff
Bright green spring coat
Bright pink dress
Clown costume
Clown figurines (these are my sister’s)
Michigan State jacket
High school letter jacket
Giant Robot magazine collection
Bookshelves
Coffee table
Asian-themed art
Dog figurines  with rabbit hair on their heads. At least I hope it’s rabbit hair and not cat hair.
Table lamp from Target (I HATE)
IKEA shelves

I can’t even go on. Too much! Soon all to be gone!

If you’re in Mpls, stop by 4346 Wentworth on Saturday, Aug. 14th between 8 and 4. If there are any early birds, they can help us set up! Keith and his friend Grant will be providing music to shop to. Hopefully they can play some rockin’ 80s music.

I’m having a yard sale. This means I now have “Yard Sale Anxiety” as I try to ready my goods for sale. There is much to do! If you’re in Mpls, come peruse my stuff on Saturday, August 14, 8 a.m.-4 p.m., 4346 Wentworth in Mpls. As my grandpa used to say (generally when serving cocktails) “Give it a good home.” Facebook invite here.

Stay tuned for a preview of items up for grabs.

From time to time, Baby Jane Hudson appears here with her question and answer column, But You Are In That Chair: Baby Jane’s Advice For the Confused, Depressed and Clueless. Today’s focus is providing guidance for all those with aspirations of breaking into Hollywood, whether as writer, director or actor. Baby Jane has done it and seen it all and the letters continue to pour in every week. Here is just a sampling of some of the letters waiting on her stack:

Dear Baby Jane,
I want to sign-up with a talent agency and the first thing they told me was, “You need a headshot.” But professional headshots cost a lot of money! Can’t I do them myself? The agency said absolutely not… but what do you think?
The Next Katie Holmes
Tulsa, OK

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That’s it, I’m giving up running and turning this into my regular workout routine:

Between this and drinking 8 glasses of water a day, I’m going to be a force to be reckoned with.

First, and foremost, I’d like to dedicate this song to the boys of Def Leppard and to the Hysteria production, all the cast and crew, the people of Sheffield, the people who bought D.L’s albums over the years and the people who still blare “Pour Some Sugar On Me” from their cars.

Because, although we’ve come to the end of the road, still I can’t let go. It’s so natural. You belong to me. I belong to you.

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All The Young Dudes

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle ‘n’ a dazzle ‘n’ a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

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“going to bed shitheads”

“Foursquare Needs Women (good luck!)… 4x as many men on it now (The Social Graf)”

Good luck, indeed, because Foursquare is lame. Perhaps many women recognize this. They also recognize that broadcasting their whereabouts to desperate Foursquare men is not such a good idea. Duh.

“I’m mayor of the dark alley behind my apartment building. Just taking out the trash all by myself… at midnight.”

“I’m mayor of Meat Market Bar tonight. Because I’m too drunk and helpless to leave on my own!”

“I’m on this lonely, wooded trail that winds through this park where no one seems to hang out. Getting my jog on with headphones!”