Guest blogging by Ray. -bvvvnb n cxzzaz k j6ytr, ms nem zxc ccq`t5we (Now the keys are all spitty.)
August 2002
Fingers crossed, pointed shoes not dropping… Joe and his roomie have come to the point of irreconcilable differences. (Having decided that the differences are irreconcileable, Joe’s started on the admirable work of getting over it. Most impressive.) The roomie is moving out. Unless some other shoe drops and crushes the house (in a strange reversal
Raynotes. Here are some things I want to remember: She and the cat get along now. She’ll sit beside the cat and pat him (not gently) until…well, pretty much until she gets so excited that she throws herself over backwards and lies there giggling to herself. She tongue-kisses herself in the mirror whenever we put
Reviews. The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster; Orthodoxy, by G.K. Chesterton, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, by J.K. Rowling. The Phantom Tollbooth. I was first introduced to Norton Juster by my younger brother, Andy, who, when faced with the task of finding me a birthday present a couple of years ago, wandered
Joe’s House. Joe’s place is a place of nevertheless. It should suck to be over at Joe’s. It’s not babyproofed. There are two non-disciplined dogs and a spoiled kid running around. The roomie situation is tense. The floor is covered with innumerable tidbits that Ray can’t have. The backyard is tiered, with stone steps and