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I rarely know what you’re talking about.

What Kind of Hoofed Mammal Would You Be?

In the course of sorting through the crap that was in my old room at my parents’ house (see prev. entry), I’ve discovered, among other personal treasures, several “Anti-Coloring Books.” If you’re not familiar with the Anti-Coloring Book, allow me to elaborate: The premise on which these activity books for kids is that young minds [...]

And they shall know you by your crap

Here’s something I hadn’t counted on when we bought our house. You know how, in your old room at your parents’ house, there are boxes of your old crap stowed away in a closet, boxes you’ve always told yourself you’ll pick up “someday, when I’ve got somewhere to put them”? Turns out your parents remember [...]

urrrrgggkkk

I’m sick. Or at least I was sick, and now I’m getting better. When I was actually sick, I was too busy with important things like moaning, clutching my midsection, and power-vomiting my 3-Cheese and Avocado sandwich, to write about being sick. There were also some unpleasant lower intestinal side effects I won’t bore you [...]

de night time is de right time … de night time is de right time …

NOTE: This post is a continuation of a spirited discussion that got started in the comments of the last post. As it represents the most thinking I’ve done about any subject since I first saw the Texas Rollergirls’ homepage, I figured I’d continue it here, as who knows when my brain might get fired up [...]

Reading is hardamental

I’m officially giving up on Edwin Mullhouse, the book I’ve been trying to read since I went to the Big Easy in May. Technically I’ve been trying to read it since about 1997, when I first picked it up from the bookstore where I worked at the time. It seemed like fun: The life, death, [...]

Another pleasant plains Sunday, baby

I used to really hate Sunday afternoons. Or else I was spending them with friends who really hated them, and felt like I ought to hate them too, in the name of general supportiveness. I can’t really remember how I felt about them then, but man, I’m sure glad to have Sunday afternoons now. Not [...]

A favor …

If you ever, ever, ever see me in a restaurant, and I’m with my three to six kids, and they’re shrieking like the ring wraiths, and I’m ineffectively trying to “suggest” that they stop screaming by saying things like with my vooooooooowels stretched waaaaaaaay ooooooooooooout in a reeeeeealy nasal waaaaaaaay, and people around my table [...]

I’m disrespectful to dirt!!!

My dear friend The Cheat brought to my attention this afternoon that when you accidentally type .org instead of .com at the end of his blog’s address, it takes you to this bizarro Japanese merchandising site. I tried doing the same thing with my blog — same results.
It’s hard not to get very excited about [...]

“There are a million ways to die …”

… And yet somehow we made it back from the river unscathed, mostly. Our collective sunburns are mostly manageable — I think mine and Marty’s were the worst; this scalp sunburn I’ve got may well prove problematic eventually. Nobody was seriously injured, though Jimmy Jam did take an oar to the face at one point [...]

For the love of Target

After a relaxing lunch with Agent Foxxy Boxing and a monstrous margarita (two of my favorite people), we ventured to Target, the greatest retail location on Earth. We saw many things, and purchased several others.
So we’re walking down the main aisle, and as we’re approaching the feminine hygiene aisle, we hear a loudish voice yell, [...]

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