Uncategorized

Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, snort the ninth. The Bethany Gobbledy-dook voice said “Hold please,” and the phone clicked. Once again, the hold button had been missed entirely. “You —–,” the Bethany voice hissed. (Mrs. Kutz held her breath. If only she could hear better!) “What did I tell you?” “The customer is always…right?” Scott’s voice […]

Musings du Jour. One of the things I’m slowly figuring out as I work on and research the genre for Beauregard is that crime writers like details. My guess is that it gives the detective narrators that little ping! of veracity, the one that says, “This isn’t just a story, it’s a dossier, or a

Zoo Stories, by Alward Edbee. Saturday morning I took Ray to the zoo. When you’re a zoo member, you can go an hour early. In the cool. Before the lassitude settles over everything like a plague of flies. Before the class trips come out. The bad news about early morning zoot trips. The little bunnies

Mrs. Kurtz, fit the eigth. On Hold. The beginning of a scream–the kind of scream that makes people call the cops– She exhaled. As if her breath were a loaded weapon and she wasn’t ready to fire it yet. “Yeah, you might say there’s a problem.” The voice was pretty well disguised. If she hadn’t

Mrs. Kurtz, fit the seventh. “What seems to be the problem?” “The problem seems to be that you’re an ass. My cable modem is broken.” “Broken how?” “How the hell should I know?” “M’am, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the problem is.” “Bullshit. Send a repairman. I’ve wasted enough damn

Review. The Last Hero, by Terry Pratchett. Ill. Josh Kirby. What happens when you get old? What happens when you get old only because the world has changed too much? What happens when all the people that defined your era are dead? But for you, your gang of friends, and one last enemy? You keep

Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, fit the sixth. “Can I have your phone number, m’am, starting with area code?” “Don’t you hang up on me. Or I will call back and talk to your manager. Scott. I know who you are. No matter how long I have to wait on hold this time. Don’t even think

Women. Apparently women do things to the male psyche that’s good for it. Or maybe it’s just the whole “I like you. You like me? Yes!” thing. Or maybe it’s friendship, closeness in general. Anyway, I’m kind of seeing a friend of mine, uh, loosen up in ways I didn’t know he was too tight.

Food Tried out a new technique for pork chops on Wednesday: brining. (Most of you can just skip this.) Brine: 4c (1 quart) water, 1/4c. salt, 1/4c. sugar. Marinate for 1 1/2 hrs, then grill, roast, or broil. Very nummy.

Tai Chi I went to my first class last night, here. I’m still trying to understand. It was good. That much I know. I woke up this morning with little soreness (mostly in the ankles, what there was of it), but my skin was waxy. Waxy! Not oily. Not sweaty or sticky. No. Pardon me