Posted in there's no crying in baseball on March 31, 2008 | 3 Comments »
A few days ago (before it started snowing again), The Wookiee and I sat in our living room with the windows open. It was about three in the afternoon. I eyed The Wookiee’s Leiney’s.
“Beer?” I said innocently.
The Wookiee gave me one look, rolled his eyes, and passed me the bottle.
Just as I raised the [...]
Posted in saturday cat blogging on March 29, 2008 | No Comments »
Wow. I don’t know what I said, but obviously Bear Cub thinks it’s the stupidest thing she’s ever heard.
Posted in reality fishing on March 28, 2008 | No Comments »
All of life’s problems can be solved by the simple application of a taser to the face.
(Borrowed from The Samurai.)
Posted in domesticity or lack thereof on March 27, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The last few days have featured a nearly endless attempt to beat my kitchen into submission. During the winter I could care less about the grunge and dirty dishes — I mean, it’s not like I’ll be eating anything except chili and pasta anyway — but now that there’s a distinctly spring-like breeze coming through [...]
Posted in if it's on screen it must be true on March 26, 2008 | 2 Comments »
At the moment, my brain is doing funny things to my body, making it hard for me to write. I hope this will change soon. Until it does, my current favorite thing in the whole world.
I’d sell ten years off the end of my life to be the microphone.
