Month: March 2012
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phoenix
Two and a half years? It’s been two and a half years since I’ve tried brewing beer? A man with priorities as screwed up as that should not be allowed to consider himself a home brewer. I hang my head in shame, wondering what the hell I’ve been doing with my life, and offer these… Read.
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eighties
It’s been supernaturally warm here. For more than two weeks we’ve been enjoying temps in the seventies, and last weekend we broke out our shorts and dared to bare our winter-whitened legs to the glare of the sun. And we bought a couple of Adirondack chairs so we could lounge on the patio while sipping… Read.
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clash
Watch this one-minute movie trailer and you’ve literally seen all the best parts of Clash of the Titans, possibly the silliest movie I’ve ever sat all the way through. We saw this trailer about a week ago and thought, “Well, that could be fun.” It isn’t. Read.
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lockout
Tim stopped by last night to call a locksmith after he locked himself out of his apartment. He stepped out onto his patio to get something and unthinkingly swept the patio door closed behind him, realizing as soon as he heard the click of the latch that he was not going to be getting back… Read.
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phantom
Practically not menacing at all. Read.
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sprung
I changed out the storm windows for screens in the front door and windows this morning. The cats can’t decide whether to shit or go blind. Read.
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snake
I had to snake out the sewer today. When I say it that way, it sounds kind of cool, as if there might have been trained snakes involved that would do the work for me. The reality was a lot less cool. Practically zero cool, after all the pros and cons canceled each other out.… Read.
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sing
A pair of invaders from outer space accidentally blow each other’s heads off. Just kidding. It’s the swing classic, “Sing Sing Sing,” performed on Tesla coils. I get a great big nerd boner from this, while My Darling B thinks it’s perhaps the most annoying thing she’s ever heard. Read.
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patio
As she was driving across town yesterday afternoon, making a mental list of all the things she would need from the store to make eggs Benedict for dinner that evening, My Darling B realized that dinner and this lovely day would be best enjoyed at the same time on a patio, and that’s how we… Read.
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blown
Nobody’s really sure what’s wrong with the Bonk. His right eyeball has a pupil blow open so wide you could literally drive a Mack truck through it, if it were a smallish Mack truck and you used “literally” to mean “figuratively.” Nobody knows why his pupil’s blown like that. The vet through it was neurological… Read.
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