Month: May 2012
-
blinded
Singing along with Manfred Man’s version of Blinded By The Light on the way home from the hardware store: She was blinded by the light Wreck up like a douche under the rover of the night Blinded by the light Wreck up like a douche under the rover of the night Some silicone sister with… Read.
-
sunshine
It didn’t rain last night. This is the first weekend in about a month that the lawn is not too wet to mow, so you know where I’ll be all day. Let the yard work begin! Read.
-
3rd batch
The third batch of beer brewed this year is BOTTLED! And, if I may say so myself, it tastes pretty darned good. I brewed this one thinking that I wanted it to be a little darker and a little maltier than the first one, but I still wanted a zingy hop flavor, so I threw… Read.
-
bus route
I’m pretty sure My Darling B would agree with me when I say that Wednesday night we had the most fun during Madison Craft Beer Week, starting with our visit to Natt Spil for dinner and a couple glasses of beer from New Belgium Brewery. From there, we went up Pinckney Street to The Old… Read.
-
tough
I’m thinking of opening a store. I would call my store “Dave’s Tough-Shit Store,” because the store’s motto would be, “You think you deserve special treatment? Tough shit.” The motto would be chiseled in stone over the entrance, and over every customer service station you would find it lovingly cross-stitched in crisp linen, framed in… Read.
-
expansive
My Darling B and I stopped at Java Cat on the way home last night for gelato. That’s Italian for ice cream. You, as not only a regular reader but a rabid fan of my drivel will no doubt remember, I cannot ingest dairy products without dire consequences, unless I dose myself with enzymes. That’s… Read.
-
Natt Spil
I used to work on cap square so I must have walked I don’t know how many times past Natt Spil and wondered what was in there. It looked like maybe it was a restaurant, or it could have been a bar, but then again for all I could tell from the minimal signage and… Read.
-
tats
While My Darling B and I were waiting in line last Sunday to buy tickets for the Great Taste of the Midwest, we shuffled past Steve’s Tattoo Shop on Willy Street. Whenever two people walk past a tattoo shop, one of them has to ask the other if he wants to get a tattoo. It’s… Read.
-
Maurice Sendak
Ten years from now, or maybe as little as five, really, I may not remember where I was or what I was doing when I heard the news that Maurice Sendak had died, but I hope I’ll always be able to recall some of the happiest moments of my life, and that I could live… Read.
-
crushed
“How was your day at soul-crushing work today, son?” I asked Tim as he slid into the passenger seat of the car. He took a deep breath, then let it out in the characteristic sigh I’ve heard bursting from the lungs of employees in almost every cubicle farm I’ve had the great fortune to work… Read.
This Is Drivel 