Month: December 2011
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pots
Breakfast: A cup of coffee, and another cup of coffee. And I’m fine with that because I’ve been eating nonstop since last Friday. It’s time to stop. I’ve eaten so much food in the past three days that I’m pretty sure I won’t have to eat again until maybe next week. Oh, wait. My Darling… Read.
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swag
My Christmas morning prezzie from The Great Big Cosmic FU* was a plugged-up bathroom drain. It was starting to drain slowly earlier this week so that by Sunday morning I was standing in a deepening pool of my own effluvia as I washed up. There is but one way to unclog the bathroom drain, but… Read.
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bonfire
After My Darling B picked me up from work yesterday, we stopped at Olbrich Park to watch the lighting of the solstice bonfire. I thought it would be much later in the evening so I was a little taken aback when B said we would have to go straight there after picking up some lunch… Read.
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troll
If there’s still a video rental store in your neighborhood, go pester them to get a copy of Troll Hunter so you can watch it. If there isn’t, ;-( Read.
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kiss
Until I was seven years old, my family lived in a teesny-tiny little rental house at 819 South Roosevelt Street in Green Bay, Wisconsin, between the Kasners and the Wardens. How is it I can recall trivial crap like this when I can barely remember to zip my fly after visiting the bathroom? I’m never… Read.
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chilly
I picked up Sean from the airport this evening. It’s too cold in my basement lair for me to stay long enough to finish this post. Read.
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Thank you, Phil Thien
I spent the afternoon working on dust collection because I like to play with my power tools in the basement and power tools make a lot of dust, which gets everywhere. In fact, Our Humble O’Bode may be as dusty as it is, and it is nothing if not very dusty, because I play with… Read.
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quantum
Neil deGrasse Tyson gets all worked up about why the study of quantum mechanics matters: In the 1920s, quantum physics was discovered. That is the science of the small: the science of electrons, protons, neutrons, particles, nuclei. At the time, you’d say, This is just physicists burning tax money. Who cares about the atom? I… Read.
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huff
I love Sunday mornings. The cats are curled up in their beds. My Darling B is sorting through her herbs and spices, trying to decide how she will magically combine them to create a delicious dinner. And I am in the basement huffing paint fumes. Minwax stain sealer, actually. I’m putting up a couple of… Read.
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snowfall
Ah, yes. Shoveling snow off the driveway. The wintery exercise that blows the flabby coronary muscles of dozens of aging, out-of-shape Wisconsin men every year. Will this year be my turn? After I “retired” from the Air Force, I moved back to Wisconsin because I remembered liking four seasons, and after living in so many… Read.
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