Philly? Or San Diego? In Which Beck Questions the Weather and Tries to Enjoy Herself

It's 65 degrees outside. On January 12. This means that soon - probably within the next couple of weeks - the weather will turn hateful. It's supposed to be in the 30s right now, not the 60s. This is Philly, not California. I grew up in the metro Detroit area, and I am no stranger …

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Happy Birthday to My Dad. Miserable President’s Day to Cheeto Mussolini.

I have the day off (sort of; I still went into work for a little while), so I'm out and about in the world, trying to get some shit done. It's President's Day, which used to just sort of mean that banks and courts were closed, and now it means I have to remember our …

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Laziness, Basic Bitches, Smoothies, DarkFuse and Rejection: Finding the Right Coffee Shop in Philly

Yesterday was President's Day, and I had the day off. I don't think I've ever had President's Day off, not in my entire career. It was kind of nice. I did the usual "it's my day off so I should do these things" bullshit, like dishes and vacuuming and admonishing the dog for being so …

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