Lee got the first season of The Tick. I still say the theme song is one of the best ever made, perfectly indicative of things to come. Whee! “I’m about to write you a reality check. Or would you prefer the cold, hard cash of truth?”

Hey, we have just discovered issues which will cause us to need a new phone number. I’m sending an e-mail with phone and address info; if for some reason I missed anyone who needs it, please drop me an e-mail or comment. Ahhh…the joys of Qwest. Update: They won’t even hook up the phone until

We are now officially Colorado Land Barons (CLB). Woot! The computers and phone should be going down tonight. Back soon!

Max Brenner: Chocolate by the Bald Man. (Via Grow-a-Brain. There’s a whole entry on chocolate for today, full of chocolate links. In fact, there’s a whole category called Unusual Chocolates.)

Not much posting for the next few days. Closing is 11 a.m. on Wednesday. Moving is Thursday. Most of Ray’s toys have been packed. When we packed the first box (a couple of weeks ago), she wanted to pack all her toys, right then and there, to make sure they made it to the new

For when the cat has got your tongue, there’s no need for dismay…

All is going well…more stuff packed today. Ray’s computer is packed, which means mother and child are now going to bicker over the same system for a few days. Lee gave me the day off, so I drove by the house, went to Poor Richard’s, ate at La Creperie (overrated), walked into a coffee shop

(Tales from a Life of Delicious Excess)By Gael Greene As advertised, so delivered. Gael Greene has been the food writer for New York magazine since its beginning in 1968, back when foodieism wasn’t big, or at least not big in the way it is now. According to the memoirs, she truly is insatiable for both

(Adventures in Entrepreneurship From the Founder of Dogfish Head Craft Brewery)By Sam Calagione Too bad I don’t like beer. Some people have told me it’s an acquired taste, but other things I’ve eaten and drunk were supposed to be aquired tastes, and I liked them from the get-go. Like coffee. I started out on almost

“I am not a snickerdoodle. I am a wimowep.” — Ray Kenyon