I also considered titling this post:
“I’m with Stupid”
“Hollow Man”
“The Ghost of Easter Past”
“Do you like green eggs and ham?”
“Worst. Sandwich. Ever.”
“No, salmonella is not the new diet craze sweeping the nation.”
“Who’s the April fool, now?”
“Extra mustard cannot fix everything.”
Actually, if you ever want to have the frak kicked out of you by a little bit [...]

We had eleven kids. Eleven. So now I have this dangerous bowl of chocolate bars just sitting there patiently in the cupboard waiting for some moment of weakened willpower. I blame the weather. Not for my weak willpower, but only for the lack of children at the door.
Now that November has [...]

The difficulty of abstract thought is the feed of it. It becomes an addiction, I suppose, and grounding oneself while in the free fall of work and manic self-improvement is more akin to hitting the ground after the chute doesn’t open, than a gleeful slide down a snowcapped mountain. You’ve been there, right? Caffeinated [...]

When I let our puppy out to pee this morning shortly after 6:30, somehow (odd, that) I didn’t foresee a trip to the Emergency Pet Hospital some 15 minutes later.
As usual we let her out the back door to do her business. And as usual, before I did so, I checked out the [...]

(a) what I feel like after a tossing-and-turing night near a conehead of a dog who, not that I can blame her, had a sleepless time in her bed, a big plastic sheath wrapped cumbersome around her neck. She whined for a long while, unsettled, before dozing long enough for us to do the [...]

It was inevitable, I suppose. After a essay-slash-manifesto of dog-food information arrived (as requested) from Karin’s wandering pal Liz this morning, forwarded for my information, Karin apparently felt compelled to finally make that vet appointment for Sparkle. It seems she’ll be having a bit of a lesson in minor surgery next week as [...]

The sudden swing into the positives on the thermometer meant, simply, that the roads are goopy, muddy, slush tracks rather than deadly, slippery sheets of ice. It also means, whilst barrelling down the commuter highways at a hundred and twenty kilometres an hour in a nearly new car, one needs to be mindful of [...]

The diminishing post-rate here is partly (though only partly) blamed on the crumbling dependency of movabletype. I like moveabletype. Really. It’s served me well for a couple of years. Hundreds and hundreds of entries were encoded in it’s mellow scripts. But there are flaws. Build errors, memory issues, and timeouts [...]

If my sis, Sharyl, were currently connected to the internet in her state of post-move, she would probably fill a page or so lamenting on the state of her first weekend in the city. As such, she doesn’t and probably won’t. So, needless-to-say, when I get a phone call just moments before I’m [...]

My pen, the green one, ran dry this afternoon so I’m a little bit frustrated. Not that you would think something so trivial should be frustrating. But there is somehting about not being able to use a pen that has a visibly two-thirds full ink idicator, yet will not submit to my scribblings.
As [...]

Scribble fly knows not his boundaries. Hat trick. Alas.
I’m step-casting tonight, simply, only, completely basically because the air becons me to be outside, but I lack the post-party motivation to go further than my front step.
Words are bubbling at the surface these days. It’s a tough metaphor to fill, usually. It’s [...]

I had not expected to do so this soon, but I opened up the first book of the Requiem for Homo Sapiens the other day, turned to page one, and started reading. I had originally expected to let it dwell for a while, festering like a pot of rich, meaty stew blending the flavours [...]