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Tag Archives: my family is crazy
Some Indecipherable Code
Today I sent my dad a quest flowchart I’ve been working on, because it was a perfect mix of snarky dialogue, programming logic, hours spent playing Monkey Island, and some of my other random interests. My dad wrote back with … Continue reading
Entirely Work-Related
“Hey, Meg, you got something else about your swingers’ vacation!” –My mom, whenever I get a mailing from Casual Connect Tweet this!
Linguistic Circuits
I sent my parents my travel plans for conferences and conventions I’m covering this summer, and my dad wrote back: Well done, Meg! Now add these phrases to your vocabulary: (1) “Stop the presses!”* (2) “But the people have a … Continue reading
Posted in New York City
Tagged being a real journalist, coffee, my dad, my family is crazy, travel
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Holiday Spirit
My Mom: Any suggestions for Easter dinner? Meg: Let’s have turkey and screw with everyone! My Mom: You’re not helping. Tweet this!
Not A Metaphor
The other night, I told my parents my travel plans for California to go to DEMO and then GDC. “When you’re driving out from LA to Palm Springs,” my dad said, “and you look out the window and see how … Continue reading
Posted in Los Angeles, New Jersey, Palm Springs
Tagged DEMO, GDC, Los Angeles, my family is crazy, Palm Springs, travel
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At Least Once
Some times I do things without thinking. (I know! You’re shocked! Me?!) Fortunately, I have friends and family who make sure I’ll never forget stupid things I’ve done. I’ve recently joined a D&D game with my cousins and their friends, and the other … Continue reading
On My Way
The other day, I went to a job interview pretty close to my dad’s church, and when I got out, I had a text message from my dad asking if I wanted to come by and meet for lunch. I … Continue reading
Hometown
“Don’t forget to move your car,” my dad said. “It’s a thirty-seven dollar ticket for parking in front of our house.” “Thirty-seven exactly? And you knew that off the top of your head?” “Of course I did. Want to see … Continue reading
Wanted: Sidekick with Flashbulb Camera
I got this sticker from my dad the other day. Now I just have to find the guys from The Kartel and steal one of their hats, and I’m all set to be an old-time reporter! Tweet this!
Prizewinning
Once when I was a little girl, my dad told me about working at a paper — I think it was the Sun? I’m not entirely sure — and waiting for the news of the Pulitzer Prize. The story, at … Continue reading
