January Accomplished!


It’s January 31 and we’ve all gotten through a month of blogging everyday. I say “we” because you, dear lovers and friends, you read it, and I appreciate you.

Some accomplishments this month:

-Moved to a self-hosted platform, which, although a lot of work, means that I own the content.

-Created my personal website at jillpinnellacorso.com, which (shh) is really just the about page on this blog. But I hope to add to it when I actually have anything to add.

-Created the Back Home Blog facebook page (click the “like” button at the right!)

-Blogged every freaking day, even that day I had nothing to talk about, and that time when I didn’t have time to do it.

So, what’s next?

-Tomorrow – as with every 1st of the month, a brand new Daddyism.

-This weekend – taking the weekend off.

-February – I’ve come to like blogging more frequently, so, if it’s ok with you, I think I’ll keep blogging daily but on weekdays only.

-2013 – the world!

Thank you for sticking with me, lovers and friends. Now, be a doll and go tell your lovers and friends. K?

Farewell to 30 Rock

Listen up fives, a ten is speaking.

Tomorrow is the series finale of 30 Rock, and every time I think about it, my throat shuts up faster than a girl in math class.

This show has always been there for me. Like a work husband / uncle.

There are only two things I can think of to honor it:

1. Celebrate Leap Day every four years for the rest of my life.

“Leap Day” is probably my favorite episode of 30 Rock ever. Check it out wherever videos are streamed.

This is me on Leap Day last year.

Leap Day Jill-iam

And be sure to stop by my swanky New York pied-a-terre on 2/29/16 (I assume I’ll be ballin’ by then), when Tom has agreed to play Leap Day William, who emerges from the Mariana Trench every four years to give out candy in exchange for children’s tears.

Kenneth as Leap Day William

Kenneth as Leap Day William

And we can make this happen, guys. I mean, Festivus is still happening.

2. Gif parade.



laser shield

Have you ever had losing a TV show feel like losing a friend?

An Insider Exposé: The Improv Cult

As you may recall, I have recently started taking Improv 101 at the Upright Citzens’ Brigade. I am slowly starting to suspect that UCB is a religion, possibly a cult.

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Project Optimism: New Week’s Resolutions?

Well, it’s Monday, time for Project Optimism, and I’ve got nothing. Right? What did I say on Friday? That I’d be kicking myself today.

I’ve spent the last couple days thinking about what makes me optimistic this week. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a few good things going on, but not enough to make a post about.

And people seem to be in a weird place today. Here’s some highlights from my Monday morning twitter feed:

not a great start

not a great start

Here’s something from facebook:

sorry to pick on you, Kev

sorry to pick on you, Kev

So, with inspiration from nowhere, I decided to just list the things that are motivating me this week.

This week, I’m going to:

  • Make some visible progress on my sitcom writing;
  • Perform improv live on stage for the first time;
  • See some far more talented improvisers perform;
  • Sing karaoke; and
  • Eat and drink while some football game plays in the background.


I’m just going to pick at this until Beyonce comes on

What’s motivating you this week?

Back Home Sitcom, Ep. 3

Link to prior episodes.


Jill approaches the bathroom, then stops outside the door. Jill turns and approaches the stairs. Guitar music floats up from downstairs.

(Calling downstairs)

Music stops.

Yes, sweetie?

Can I flush the toilet?



Just flush it once though?


Jill furrows her brow in confusion as she turns back toward the bathroom. Guitar starts again.


Jill enters. Tom is in bed.

Um, I think we’re supposed
to only flush once so…
I left my pee for you.

Yeah… I heard your dad.

Jill shrugs and gets back into bed. Tom gets up and exits the bedroom.

Breaking News From The Palisades Mall

Shopping at the Palisades today with Rachel and Rae.

Kirkland Home is going out of business. Just check out their sad decorative spheres shelf.


In case you’re new here, you should know that I have a history with decorative spheres.

That is all. Happy Saturday.

Happy Friday (Especially Compared To The Sinkhole That Is Thursday)

I am feeling much better today. Sorry for bumming everyone out yesterday. To make up for it, here’s a bonus dose of optimism for your Friday. (I’m going to be cursing myself Monday when I have nothing to write about.)

Everyday things that make me happy:

1. Acapella Radio on Pandora. Including the Warblers from Glee. I’m not still watching Glee but I’m still listening.


…and maybe staring a bit. Is Darren Criss at least 18? I’m sure it’s fine.

2. When I freeze a water bottle almost all the way but there’s still liquid water on the inside and then I squeeze the bottle and all the ice cracks.

3. This Taylor Swift gif.

I like Taylor Swift probably more than “the next guy” but less than anyone who actually owns one of her albums. But something about this gif reminds me of my childhood and it’s pretty! So pretty.

That’s it for me. Happy Friday!

Karma’s A Spiteful Bitch

This morning I started out by rejoicing in someone else’s misfortune. Not out of pure schadenfreude, only in so much as it benefited my current situation.

In the middle of the day, I *may* have prayed to a god that I don’t personally believe in to cause harm inconvenience to the same person so I might benefit a little longer.

Sorry to be so vague but when you’re wishing people ill, it’s best to just be cool about it.

In the evening, I decided to take the bus to Penn Station to avoid the horrendous cold. While trying to cut in front of the man next to me (like a true New Yorker), I missed the step and fell on my face. The very man that I had attempted to cut off helped me up. I bet he wins MegaMillions tomorrow.

Then later tonight, I was showering at my mom’s because… you know.
And thinking only negative thoughts because… I don’t know why. The winter? The cold? The short days? The fact that all the holidays are now seriously over?

Anyway, this might not seem like enough of a comeuppance given what I’ve admitted alluded to, but I realized after I had dressed that I only shaved one leg. A ridiculous thing to get upset about, I know, but I just felt like I was finally getting a normal shower where I wasn’t being rushed out, and I blew my one big opportunity.

I sound a little high strung. Maybe I’m not as Type B as I thought I was.

Sorry to be so cynical on your otherwise happy Thursday. If you’re looking for optimism, stop by on Monday.

I tried to get a photo but my leg hair isn't dark enough. I googled "one hairy leg" and the results were scary. Let me guess: you're gonna google that now?

I tried to get a photo but my leg hair isn’t dark enough. Trust me, don’t google “one hairy leg”. Ok fine, but I warned you.

Argentina Night, or, My Vacation Was Better Than Yours

Five years ago, three of my girlfriends and I went to Buenos Aires. It was the best trip ever.

It was one of those all too rare vacation experiences where we actually made friends with locals, some of whom we still talk to.


After Tango

We went to one house party where we salsa danced on the balcony overlooking the Buenos Aires skyline until sunrise, then went out for pastries. We had the best looking cab driver anyone’s ever seen. (I told him that he was “demasiado guapo para manejar el taxi.”) We went tango dancing, horse back riding, sun bathing in Uruguay, and, obviously, drank a lot of malbec.

I would be remiss if I did not mention this awesomely bad novel that I made everyone read, not knowing how bad it would be.


The most unbelievable part? She starts a blog that instantly takes off! (I’m not bitter.)

But The Buenos Aires Broken Hearts Club just added to our fun because we could see a bar and go “That’s one of the places [the main character] Cassie went! Let’s not go there.”

It was a life changing trip for me. When we reluctantly came back to New York, we decided to reunite monthly for the sole purpose of reliving our trip and pretending we never left. While having become less often than monthly, Argentina Night has survived these last five years. Even through that time that Alice moved to Arkansas (weird).

Last week, we celebrated our five year anniversary at Buenos Aires restaurant in the East Village. For the millionth time, we relived that magical week, drank lots of malbec, and recited Cassie’s stupid toast from the above mentioned book.

“Here’s to the ones we love.
Here’s to the ones who love us.
Here’s to the ones we love who don’t love us.
Hell, screw them all. Here’s to us!”

(Rolling eyes.) So scandalous. “Hell”? “screw”? My virgin ears!

That’s the end of my story. Feel free to tell me about your favorite vacation, or how you’re totally going to do vacation reunions from now on.

How I (Almost) Escaped Technology For A Weekend

The Plan

I’ve had a little technology-induced anxiety lately. (TIA, that’s probably a thing, right?) Finally on Friday, I hit a stopping point. I scheduled my blog posts for the weekend, said goodbye to facebook, and sent a final tweet.

Lest I be tempted, we were spending the weekend with our friends in the woods. No cable, no wifi, no cell service. My kindle’s allowed because it looks like a book (my rules).

Slip Ups

  • Saturday we went skiing and we had a signal at the lodge. I had to call my mom for her birthday so I figured there was no harm in checking my blog real quick… and it would be rude not to reply to comments, right? Oh and I just had to tweet one picture of me looking dorky in the Blue Moon hat I won in a raffle:

nerd chic

But then Tom happened to open facebook on my phone, and I actually resisted the urge to look at it, even though I saw that I had two (2!) pending friend requests.

  • Sunday, we went up to my alma mater town, Binghamton, and I couldn’t resist checking in on Foursquare. I mean, I was in Binghamton! How often does that happen?


But by Monday morning when we left the cabin, I didn’t even want to look at technology anymore. I didn’t check my phone all day while shopping. When I came home, I checked my computer rather begrudgingly, and got tired.

The Aftermath

Of course, now I’m way behind on stuff. Work stopped for the weekend but the rest of the world did not.

Oh, and, as if to test my own limits, I accidentally left my phone at work when I left today. Didn’t realize until I was on the train with no way to call for a ride. Turns out I do need technology.

This, pathetically, was the only message I was able to tap out from my kindle. (As a book notation on Pride & Prejudice).


It kind of worked… in that my mom sent her fiance looking for me, except I didn’t know that so I just took a cab home. Oops. I guess it’s time to fully rejoin the real world.

Have you ever successfully or unsuccessfully quit technology?