tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105889692024-03-06T19:41:51.745-08:00The QC ReportPutting the "Self" in "Paralyzing Self-Consciousness" since the 20th century.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.comBlogger769125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-46664848804289052012016-02-11T09:04:00.000-08:002016-02-11T09:06:27.128-08:00That's AmoreI know.
I know.
I promised I'd write about Italy but within minutes of getting there it stopped making sense to write. First, Italy isn't a writing-about kind of place, it's a looking-at kind of place. It's also an eating-gelato kind of place but that's hard to convey with the current limitations of the Internet. So I took tons of pictures and put them up on Instagram (I'm QuinnCummings over Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-27639090310865657362016-01-09T16:25:00.000-08:002016-01-10T09:07:04.224-08:00All You Hear Is Time Stand Still In Travel
(Signed up for Xirkl yet? Do so! It's free and you'll get early-adopter credit! If you haven't read it yet, here is the story of how my daughter created it.)
“So, Quinn, you’ve known you were going on a three-week long
trip Italy for…how long now?”
“Four months.”
“And since you didn’t speak a word of Italian, I’m assuming
you’ve spent that time with a tutor, rushing to get up to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-83521787611992573142015-12-30T18:17:00.000-08:002015-12-30T23:31:40.235-08:00I Want To Fly Like An Eagle
Before I delve into my totally reasonable response
to air travel, something completely different. About three months ago, my
daughter did a Kickstarter for a new social media idea, Xirkl. If you haven’t
checked it out, please do. I might be a little prejudiced but I think she did a
good job. Quite a few other people did as well; she hit the magic fundraising
number and has spent the past couple Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-62126071387097610922015-12-28T09:52:00.002-08:002015-12-28T11:13:50.823-08:00Let My Spirit Carry MeLet me explain why I haven't been writing:
Because nothing actually changed.
I mean yes, the Kid has gotten taller and older. In fact, she is now three inches taller than I am and even tried patting me on the head once; let me assure you that will happen exactly once. On the whole, however, my life has had a certain marvelous sameness. I still have two cats and a dog. I'm still reading. I'm&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-25598113706148243102015-11-30T14:17:00.003-08:002015-11-30T14:17:54.192-08:00I Can See Myself In the Movies
There’s a reason I stay away from
the entertainment industry. The reason I stay away from the entertainment
industry is because I have a working memory. I love the bit between “Action”
and “Cut,” but other 99.87% of that life doesn’t suit me at all. For me, the
life of an actor has always been the bad boyfriend, the lout with the great hair
who gave you the most delightful weekend of your lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-13528825320186350872014-10-30T15:56:00.003-07:002014-10-30T16:06:52.137-07:00Hello!
Hello and welcome! If you’re here, it’s because you just
asked me a question that probably has something to do with my having been a
former child actor. No offense but after
thirty years of answering these questions one at a time, I’m kind of over it.
I’m really pleased my weird childhood hobby pleased you, but
I’d love to talk about anything else at this point and that includes why oneAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-30729665450003462412014-05-01T13:28:00.001-07:002014-05-01T14:33:23.494-07:00Turn It Off, Like a Light Switch<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-52841251791300742862014-02-19T11:30:00.002-08:002014-05-01T15:00:32.915-07:00I Want the World To KnowI really, really don't want to be the Person Who Keeps Talking About Vaccinations, if for no other reason that I have sat next to these people, on both sides of the coin, at dinner parties and I'd sooner eat an oyster than be that person and oysters make me vomit.
And yet a couple of items slipped under the door today and I felt as if I should give them attention, which is another way of saying Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-23533707776638849152014-01-28T14:52:00.000-08:002014-01-28T14:52:46.054-08:00You're Building a MysteryCalled Los Angeles Unified School District for homeschooling housekeeping question.
Me: I wonder what standardized tests you recognize besides the ones taken in the classroom.
Person on Phone: No.
I actually laughed.
Me: You do realize "No" isn't an answer to that question, right?
Oh, LAUSD, you overworked behemoth, never change. Right, you won't.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-90221566552819388142013-11-13T08:24:00.000-08:002013-11-13T12:11:56.124-08:00I'm Coming Out(Written in response to this article.)
For the last few years, I've added "...and vaccinating" to the end of "In polite company, never talk about sex, politics or religion" adage because, honestly, I'm no better educated than Jenny McCarthy and who needs another marginally-public figure running their mouth? Also, I know I've got readers who believe deeply in certain things and if the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-58280923510649013402013-11-11T07:29:00.000-08:002013-11-11T07:33:29.062-08:00I've Changed My Routine/Now I'm CleanIt's not that I hate the dishwasher, exactly; it's just that the position of "Thing which does nothing but sit around the house and not work" in this house is already filled by the cats.
When we first got the dishwasher, it was replacing the dishwasher which had come with the house, a house which had been owned by people with deep ties to the shoddy appliance industry. If it was an Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-5833824166280347562013-10-22T11:02:00.000-07:002013-10-22T11:50:25.642-07:00This is the EndI start this by noting that until he met me, Consort had exactly one pet in his lifetime. It was a spaniel named Brownie when he was a child. Brownie destroyed a few things and was sent by Consort's parents to live on that wonderful farm all obnoxious pets went to before 1980. Not only was he not used to animals, the man is allergic to cats. I repeat; CONSORT SPENDS EVERY DAY OF HIS LIFE Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-22502479491363139982013-10-16T11:18:00.001-07:002013-10-22T12:03:58.907-07:00Same As It Ever WasHere's the problem with waiting to write until something worth writing about happens: something worth writing about has to happen. Or, rather, if you're me, something worth writing about which hasn't happened numberless times before.
Earworm holding me hostage? We've covered that.
(Although I would love a moment of renewed pity as I've been listening to "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)" Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-83680464771069124882013-08-20T17:07:00.001-07:002013-08-20T17:07:54.032-07:00Money, Money, Money, Always SunnyI just wrote my first check to Sante D'Or from the proceeds of PET SOUNDS. This is awfully exciting and yet makes me long to write larger checks; I'm like that. So I am going to do something insane and possibly foolhardy, but unlike the last time I did something which could accurately be described that way it won't involve a knife, a slice of whole wheat and a red-hot toaster. (After the initial Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-74155162956084598042013-07-28T19:22:00.000-07:002013-07-28T19:22:02.316-07:00Farm Living is the Life for MeI stand in a grocery store tapping and investigating the watermelon as if I am learning anything about it besides the fact that I'm pretty certain it's a watermelon. And my mother's agrarian ancestors gaze on in spectral disgust and whisper to one another "This is what you get when you marry city people."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-47131877594167225222013-07-28T18:23:00.000-07:002013-07-28T18:23:16.821-07:00Lookin' For a Better Way To Get Up Out of BedYep, going to try for a small blurb each and every day.
So, I can tell you how the summer is going or I can tell you three things:
1. PET SOUNDS IS GETTING GREAT REVIEWS! IT MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY AND ALSO FEEDS ANIMALS WAITING FOR THEIR FOREVER HOMES! CHECK THAT BABY OUT! IF YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
2. THE YEAR OF LEARNING DANGEROUSLY comes out in paperback on August 6th! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-2433356174425931022013-07-01T09:13:00.002-07:002013-07-01T09:21:21.696-07:00I Read the News Today, Oh BoyDear Southern Evangelical Christian Mommy-Blogger,
I read your blog. I started reading it while doing research for THE YEAR OF LEARNING DANGEROUSLY and never stopped. You and I agree that your daughters are adorable, your life seems happy and fulfilled and that no sane person should ever turn down a devilled egg. We're less in agreement over the inerrancy of the Bible, but no Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-73129289431421852122013-06-22T19:24:00.000-07:002013-06-22T19:42:57.426-07:00Big TimeMe, to Consort:
You know what I'd LOVE for my birthday?
CONSORT: (After a beat) I stand by my earlier statement about owning chickens.
(He has vowed that the day after poultry enter our lives outside of the fridge he will put a car on blocks in the front yard. I have no reason to believe this is a bluff.)
QUINN: We're in agreement; no chickens until after you're dead.
CONSORT: You've Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-78238347542687049992013-06-13T14:20:00.002-07:002013-06-13T14:20:24.966-07:00And Wouldn't It Be Nice to Live TogetherI'm thrilled to say PET SOUNDS has been selling well. Since this book has been published to benefit living things who can't thank you themselves, I am thanking you on their behalf and will be putting up a few videos on the animals at Sante D'Or. Today, for my friend Michele, it's Porky the Guinea Pig, who came to us shabby and afraid and has become a magnificent specimen of Porkyness.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-3278048006403039272013-06-10T11:44:00.001-07:002013-06-10T11:44:07.625-07:00Geek in the PinkThe effervescent Melissa Wiley interviewed me for her Geek Mom podcast. I am a better person for it. With any luck, your feelings about me won't change once you hear what my favorite candy is.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-87584488071395162522013-06-06T21:18:00.000-07:002013-06-06T21:18:23.522-07:00Pomp & CircumstanceA little back story: If you've read "The Year of Learning Dangerously," you have come across one of the shining lights of academic goodness of the kid's first year of homeschooling. I refer, of course, to her math tutor Miss Frizzell, the woman who taught Daughter that Geometry doesn't make all grown women cry. I owe her a debt so when she asked me to come speak at a graduation for her class, I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-22079097423830605472013-05-30T17:41:00.000-07:002013-05-30T17:41:02.238-07:00Third Time LuckyTHE NEW BOOK IS OUT! THE NEW BOOK IS OUT!
(Quinn runs in delighted pointless circles. People reading this start talking softly amongst themselves, in worried tones.)
"Book?"
"What book?"
"When did she write another book? Did we know about this?"
"Quinn, you know the vanilla extract is for cooking and not drinking, right?"
Yes, I do. I mean, I know that now. The book is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-31120772539183608912013-05-14T14:51:00.002-07:002013-05-14T16:30:04.422-07:00And It's Late In the EveningI don't want to brag or anything, but I have insomnia.
Of course, we all have insomnia. It's a world of wonder and a world of fear and stress and short-term job contracts and sexting and bee colony die-off. No right-thinking adult should shut their eyes somewhere around 11 and not open them again until eight or so hours later. So when I say I have insomnia, what I'm flaunting is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-23109147552421527232013-05-10T15:52:00.000-07:002013-05-10T16:31:59.430-07:00I Have Heard Among this Clan/ You Are Called the Forgotten ManFun fact; for the first time, in 2012 more people are now reading content on Smart phones or tablets than laptops or computers. I could have told them that, if for no other reason than I didn't make eye-contact with anyone in 2012. Honestly, I was blown off by infants who were checking to see what their buddies back in NICU were up to on Facebook. I could have also told them that Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10588969.post-67975605207871825692013-04-30T12:52:00.000-07:002013-04-30T12:52:57.584-07:00Don't Be Stupid, Be a SmartyConsort explaining funding round he's managing:
"The concern, of course, is that we not be oversubscribed."
Having on some level never left the entertainment industry, where popularity is king, I say in confusion "But...isn't it better to be over than undersubscribed?" Consort remembers who he's talking to and briskly rejoins, "If we're oversubscribed, that makes me Max Bialystock."
"OH. We Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13678030447221044544noreply@blogger.com3