This Is Drivel

Month: November 2010

  • Playing Trains

    Today is Play With Your Toy Trains Day all across this great nation of ours. I hope you were sprawled across the living room floor piecing together track and crashing choo-choos into one another a la Gomez Addams, or in your attic adding another building to the sprawling iron road empire you’ve been steadily assembling… Read.

  • Moving Jim & Sue

    On the road to Dodgeville this morning, after My Darling B and I helped Jim & Sue load all their furniture into a U-Haul in the near-freezing rain, B asked me, not at all rhetorically, “You know what would be really good right now? Biscuits and gravy.” As if I wasn’t hungry enough already, now… Read.

  • john shimkus

    Oh, hai. I don’t have the willpower to make myself drivel tonight, so let me just introduce to you John Shimkus, congressional dorkwad. He’s on a committee that listens to the testimony of people talking about global climate change, so the first thing he did was whipped out his Bible and read aloud from Matthew… Read.

  • Waltzing Matilda

    Night before last, My Darling B and I practiced our Viennese waltz steps to Billy Joel’s Only A Woman and Journey’s Open Arms. How have I lived almost thirty years with those songs without realizing they were waltzes? I sure do love to waltz. Swing dance is almost as much fun, but the waltz is… Read.

  • Late For Work

    Here’s the headache of daylight savings from my perspective: I was stationed in Berlin, Germany, for two years, and at an RAF base in the middle of a field near Lincoln, England, for another two years, and you wouldn’t think of either of those places as being in the great white north, or even any… Read.

  • Killer Cotton Balls

    Our house was infested with cotton balls! Only a few, at first. I was taking down a pair of shelves that I had mistakenly bolted to the wall with bolts as big as jumbo dill pickles, and when I got the second one off there was a whispy patch of cotton balls stuck to the… Read.

  • Lizard breath

    O hai. I’d write some drivel but my circadian rhythm’s still all goofed up up from the fall back from daylight savings time. And speaking of goofballs, we also spent way too much time googling shit about Pleiadians and Nazi flying saucers after watching the video where Colleen Thomas threatens Barack Obama with total molecular… Read.

  • Off the record

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    Today’s weekly visit to the thrift store at St. Vincent de Paul’s turned up four fabulous LPs, and don’t even ask me what an LP is because I’ll only give you a look that would freeze you solid where you stand, you heathen. It’s not easy to find an LP worth taking home from the… Read.

  • Art My Kid Could Make

    I should give my impulses a rest. After reading an article in today’s The New York Times about a Chinese artist under house arrest whose name, Ai Weiwei, reminded me of a playground taunt or the chorus of an African tribal dance, I felt an irresistible urge to share it with My Darling B. B… Read.

  • Fine Dining

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    Finally, a chance to sit and dork around with a keyboard for a while and bang out something that isn’t an e-mail about education requirements for physical therapists. Let’s just see what comes out, shall we? I would have been at this a half-hour sooner if I hadn’t run to the corner mega-grocery to buy… Read.

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