Yeah, yeah, I don’t update. Sue me. And when you come back here and wonder why my wise words aren’t updated daily, remember: The Bible isn’t updated daily either. That only happens when, say, an angel with suspect appellation (look it up*) appears before a halfwit and declares polyamory good, caffeine and non-Europeans bad.
You won’t […]
Got me a new (okay, new used) car:
That’s right, biotches — it’s a 1996 Subaru Legacy, flavored with Outback. For now, I’m calling it “Adultmobile,” but this is temporary. Names ought not be inflicted without consideration. If I ever have a kid, I’m going to not name it for like, five years, and when I […]
My pal Doug (you’ll hear more of him later) has been and will be jumping through hoops of fire and acetone for me — and this weekend he’ll be back at the job, making my all-too-dramatic life (more on this later, too) easier by far.
Today, Doug sent me this eCard:
If that ain’t the most loving […]
After I posted the marketer’s map of Idaho, my pal created an “all anyone needs to know” map of Indiana (and yeah, I’m dropping the “marketer” part).
I’m charmed… yes, charmed is the word… that about a tenth of the state is “normal mostly.” And dig that you can split the state between “soybeans” and “corn.” […]
(This was about to be a response to my friend at A Traveling Mom, who blogged about coffee. Then I realized I could feed my own blog!)
My first job out of school (besides the part-time stringing I was doing for San Diego County’s second-largest newspaper, The North County Times) was coffee jockey at an independent […]
Scott Dub is on a mission: Identify the regions of each state that naturally “go together.” For instance, the San Francisco Bay Area — not an official region, but certainly self-identified. Then you can break it down to “The City,” the Peninsula, North Bay, East Bay, South Bay… you get it.
It’s also, basically, an impossible […]
(Testing: Stolen from wherever I last wrote this…)
Because you’re old, fat, flabby and much too much in my way.
No, not you. Them. Those old, fat, flabby Berkeleyians (Berkeleyites?) who insist on wearing spandex bottoms FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT REASON as they walk, stumble, walk, stumble, stumble, stop, walk, stumble, asphyixate, stumble, stumble, stop, walk, stumble, […]