Category: daily drivel
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nameless
This, my friend, is a space ship. You may have seen space ships on television and at the movies flashing through the skies, piloted by steely-eyed men who flew by the seats of their pants. It makes for pretty good drama. The difference between those space ships and the one in this photo, though, and… Read.
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biafra
About six months ago my old cell phone went on the fritz and I’m so lazy that I didn’t get around to replacing it for a long time. So long, in fact, that my service provider, Virgin Mobile, closed my account and gave my phone number to somebody else. But it’s a pay as you… Read.
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shirtless
Today is the first day of Bike To Work Week. Coincidentally, I rode my bike to work. Didn’t get a t-shirt, though, for some reason. Read.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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stacked
Now this looks like a lot of fun. We spotted it in the parking lot of a garage on Winnebago Street. I’m not sure what the point of putting two Volkswagen buses on the roof of a former school bus would be, other than to make it eye-catching. I very strongly suspect, however, that it’s… Read.
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