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Wedding. My brother Matt got married to Erica last Saturday. It was good. On the one hand, it was good because nothing went so wrong that it couldn’t be fixed. Little things went amiss, causing worry and distraction and tears, but they were soon fixed. I mean, come on. The bridesmaids all wore strapless dresses, […]

Now that’s a sexy pan. From the Chef’s cookware catalogue: “Nonstick Mini Cheesecake Pan with removable bottoms for easy release.” I bet you could make tarts in there, too.

Rachaelism of the Day: (This is a “that’s my daughter” thing.) Ray’s on her computer. She has her headphones on because her dad put them on her while I was taking a nap. She sees something she wants to show me, stands up, and runs over to my chair, saying “Look!” She pulls the headphones

[Sniffs] I’m so proud… Focus on the Family has cut off their banking relationship with Wells Fargo, because of “the bank’s ongoing efforts to advance the radical homosexual agenda.” Further: “We at Focus on the Family respect the worth and dignity of every human being. We are not attacking the gay individual, nor are we

The City Garage. This is the place we go to fix cars. Rick, the owner and mechanic, is a quiet, small, soft-spoken man with prematurely white hair. He’s articulate and good at explaining what’s not working with your car, what is working, and what doesn’t need to be replaced yet. He rarely smiles, never cracks

Rachael Fix: Halloween

New Job Schedule Requires Purchase of Automobile. De’s Bug.

Serenity. Lee got Serenity the day it came out. I haven’t watched it on DVD yet. Tonight the plan was for him to spoil me by giving me a backrub while I watched the movie. I was looking at Whednoesque and read that the Sci-Fi Channel is hosting a Firefly marathon. “We’re not going to

Christmas. You know, this is the fourth time I’ve started to write this paragraph, and I’m done messing around. I keep trying to say something uplifting, edifying, or at least amusing about the benefits of having a relaxed, laid-back, unworried Christmas, but it isn’t working. We had a hermit’s Christmas, which was A-OK with me.

Heh. So there we were, staring at each other. “What?” I said. Lee looks at his computer screen. Something’s loading. He looks at me. I look at my computer screen. Something’s loading. I look at him. “Are we just staring at each other while our stuff is loading?” I ask. In his best hillbilly drawl,