byrneunit

I rarely know what you’re talking about.

Challenging times

It’s not often I get to utter the phase, “I discovered something exciting while purchasing butter the other day,” which makes it that much more satisfying to say. But as it happened, shuffling through the dairy aisle, I remembered we needed butter. I was headed toward the generic store brand, visions of what I’d do [...]

A death in the family

I’m afraid we’ve had a minor household tragedy.
Try and follow me here. So I’m sitting here in front of the computer thinking about god knows what, and it occurs to me that I could very much use a drink. Need scotch; need soda; need lime. Got all three. Great. Go to the kitchen, get half-empty [...]

Played out

Murder Mystery Play = Over. Me = Pleased. Gradually returning to normal. Maybe. I think.
So yeah, what’s kind of crazy is not necessarily the fact that I enjoyed myself, as ultimately the whole thing was a pretty enjoyable enterprise: Nearly every night somebody brought some sort of excellent homemade food product, and toward the end [...]

Meow.

Holy Mary mother of god.
I’m gonna go on record as saying I one hundred percent believe this photo is real. And that catfish are fucking scary.

For the record, this is now apparently the largest catfish ever caught in the state of Texas (in lake Texoma, where I baked with Unitarian youths for several summers). It [...]

One thing too many

There are people who thrive on being busy, people who welcome the chance to add new stuff to the list of things they’re doing. These people exemplify the idea that the more you do, the more you can do.
There are these people, and there’s me.
I’ve come to realize the reason I’ve been in such a [...]

(Yawn.)

Man, I got nothing, people. I’d do something about the summer doldrums, but I did that last summer. Oh wait, that was two weeks ago. The time, she drags.
I wrote another review this week. Of “The Clearing.” It sucked ass. The movie, not the review. Though the review’s no great shakes either, to tell you [...]

Monday-riffic

Man. Drinking is hard work sometimes. Hard, expensive work.
After a spectacularly late Friday night, wherein we got Agent Foxxy Boxing all packed up and sent off,* I lost most of Saturday to sleeping. I then lost the rest of it to hung-over indigestion, the kind one only really gets when one thinks as one’s leaving [...]

Chapter 126 of volume “I Love My Fucking Job/Employer,” by me.

Our university’s fiscal year starts June 1. Provided we’ve been filling out our forms properly, this means that whatever left-over vacation time we’ve got from the previous year is available to us before the end of July. In that we get a full fucking month off per fiscal year, left-over vacation time is not a [...]

Purblished again

Here is a link to the latest thing I’ve gotten printed, in our crappy local weekly rag.
Important note to those planning on reading this: The review I turned in this Monday DID NOT, I repeat, did NOT include the phrase, “Put that in your pipe and smoke it,” nor did it include the sentence [...]

Beat generation

God. My liver.
It’s not my liver so much as the body that’s attached to it that’s giving me fits. The past few days have seen the return to town of Agent Foxxy Boxing, which is of course a source of intense joy ’round these parts. It’s also an occasion to explore just how deep my [...]

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