I finally got around to watching 10 Things I Hate About You the other night. The movie apparently came out when I was a junior in high school – prime target audience age for that teen cult classic. But despite being repeatedly being told over the years that I channel the female protagonist – I h...

I have often been described as a ‘colorful personality.’ The editor and the journalist in me rankles at the theatrical term - personalities don’t have color, and I’m really only one or two shades of pasty yellow if you’re talking about my skin. Psh. So I have lately been doing my best to m...

My goodness is my brain malfunctioning lately. It seems to have forgotten it’s supposed to be patiently collecting the residue of my not very gentle brushes [read as “wipe outs�] with the absurd so they can be used to paint a technicolored blog for your very much amusement/time wastage. But I ...

On my messenger, the day before I flew out to Europe for the second time in two weeks: “Have a safe trip Owl. Try not to get any new scars.� Funny way to say goodbye. But I suppose apt. If there’s anything this anti-materialistic Spartan collects, it’s scars. I kind of have a lot of them. Th...

Move over Janet Jackson. I am the QUEEN of the wardrobe malfucntion. The Super Bowl shocker is an amateur. Yes, I know she did expose rather some taboo parts of her body, but given that she was already flashing 90%, to accidentally go the last 5%, big whoop. I, who attempt to COVER 90%, am forever f...

There is hope for me yet. I am, apparently, after all, just a girl. After weeks of Hem and I trying to out-man each other (“Dude let me carry the boxes!� “No way, you’re too small, you’ll break.� “Nuhun! I have GUNS!�), I have failed the ultimate manliness litmus test. Apparently –...

My chand raat was amazing. But not in the nicer definition of the word. As in amazement causing. See for yourself. Since I’ve returned to Arabia I’ve been staying with a friend at her cozy little apartment. A few days back the lovely girl headed home for the holidays, leaving me in charge. Her i...