Category: daily drivel
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up and at em
I crawled into bed at about one-thirty this morning after staying up half the night to watch NASA land a robot on Mars. “Did your thing happen?” My Darling B asked dreamily, as I settled into a comfortable spot. “Yes, my thing happened,” I told her. Space geekery is “my thing.” Then tried to fall… Read.
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curiosity
Hey, we landed another robot on Mars! On the screen in the left background there are a couple of images sent back from the robot just minutes after it touched down. The image on the left is the robot’s shadow on the ground. Too tired to come up with more than that. Off to bed… Read.
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amble
I took a long walk this morning. I had to. Literally had to. The temperature outside was in the mid seventies and there was a deliciously cool breeze blowing through the trees. We haven’t had this kind of weather in months. If I hadn’t taken a walk after I finished listening to our favorite Sunday… Read.
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naked
Three o’clock in the morning, I woke from a dream in which I was the only person wearing clothes in a room with about a dozen naked people. It turned out to be more uncomfortable than the dream where I’m the only naked person. I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t feel like I… Read.
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phonetics
Gal called me on the phone the other day, asked me to call her back, “or, if you’d rather send e-mail, my address is,” and then she spelled her name, which was part of the e-mail address. I probably can’t tell you what her name was without being clapped in irons for violating the Customer… Read.
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dandy lawn
I ought to be out in the yard with a weed eater right now, finishing up cutting the lawn. The weeds, I should say. After the summer-long heat wave, we don’t have a lawn any more. We have weeds. I cut them anyway because, even though the heat wave killed off practically all our grass,… Read.
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wenlock
Even if a picture isn’t worth 1,000 words, this photo of a stack of plushies of the Olympic mascot Wenlock, whose name suggests dark incantations to raise the dead and whose single glaring eyeball is the stuff of my adolescent nightmares, explains better than I ever could why I won’t be wasting any of my… Read.
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squeaky
“Did you know there’s a Pac Man in your ear?” My Darling B asked me the other day. I laughed at her because I thought I heard her say, “Did you know there’s a Pac Man in your ear?” But then I looked at her and saw she had her finger stuck in her ear,… Read.
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beaver
One of our Japanese friends posted a status update on Facebook that may have lost a little in translation, at least as far as the translation by Bing is concerned: Read.
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truckloads
Woke up at about four o’clock this morning to a massive downpour, lots of thunder and lighting and cats walking across my face, not technically part of what one would normally consider a downpour but it was happening, so I note it. Okay, just one cat. The other cat was taking up all the space… Read.
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