So I left work at noon-thirty today, because I’d finished everything except stuff I could work from home. It’s supposed to snow all night tonight, and part of the day tomorrow, and I doubt I’ll be heading in to work before noon tomorrow. Before I left, I put all the food I had at my […]
The egg or the Smashing Creme Egg accordian band? This clip has one of the best rube goldberg devices ever. Evah!
I wrote this about a year ago now, when Ray was in kindergarten.* — They said it couldn’t be done. But I am Juan. And Ella remembered the toothpaste. Miss Breegan poured my orange juice and when she didn’t look I squeezed and squeezed and Ella said “take the cap off stoopid” and Miss Breegan
So the plan was to make fish tacos. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten to pick up beer and cabbage. I decided to walk to the Mexican grocery store and get the cabbage, then stop at the liquor store on the way back. On the way to the grocery store, which was about a mile away, all told,
Friday. Worked on a freelance murder mystery expansion pack for Freeform Games. Gave up on it; it felt like pulling teeth, trying to write out character sheets for my ten characters. It seemed like such a good idea, too: motive, method, opportunity; participation in major pre-existing plots; goals; bonuses; loves, hates, knows. Sucked the life
by Daniel Abraham. If you’re the kind of person who likes Gene Wolf or Umberto Eco but is left wondering whether you really understood what was going on, don’t read the rest of this description, just read the book. It’s be more fun to be surprised. A Shadow in Summer is a fantasy about…hm…let’s say
It seems like, every season or so, I gravitate to one easy-to-make dish and eat the heck out of it. This winter it was canned tomato soup. Last summer and into fall it was ramen with peanut butter and the kitchen sink. Last spring it was sushi. Now, it is the SALAD. I buy a
In the mail I got a box. In the box was another copy of Repo! The Genetic Opera, Beirut’s Lon Gisland EP, and a book of Russian fairy tales. A very good box.
Warning—>don’t read this if you don’t like embarrassing bits of information about yours truly. Mom. Not that’s it’s horrible or anything. “The erotic instinct is something questionable.” — Carl Jung. Ice cream; elephant trunks; stroking a ukelele; riffling the pages of a book; walking through crowds before a concert; ceiling fans; the sound of a
From yesterday. If I were truly empowered, I would run away from home and never come back. No, I could come back with a gun. No, I would come back with a run and flamingo-pink high heels, because I am empowered. To find myself. To say any outrageous–to do any outrageous thing whatsoever, without regret,
