Category: hobby
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great big cosmic f u
I like to ride my bike to work, but I’ve always been a little skittish about it. I’m a fair-weather cyclist. I’ll ride when it’s sunny and warm out, but when the sky’s overcast, or the weatherman’s calling for more than a thirty percent chance of rain, I opt for the dry, warm safety of Read.
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first ride of the 2013 season
To find out just how out-of-shape I’d become over the winter, I set out on my bike to ride around Lake Monona this morning. After being shut inside, slouched in a chair for so many months, my body feels more like a non-Newtonian fluid than flesh and bone, a puddle of slop that rears up Read.
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blinky lights
I got a call this morning from the fraud detection unit at my friendly neighborhood bank. “We detected some unusual activity on your debit card,” the agent on the other end of the line explained to me. “Did you place an order for a pile of electronic parts and blinky lights, and pay way too Read.
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clean-up
Spent the afternoon cleaning up the space under the basement stairs where I’d been storing a whole bunch of flat cast-off wooden paneling, gypsum board and backer board against the eventuality that I might find a use for it someday. Well, guess what? I’ve been hauling that crap around for ages and I’ve never touched Read.
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movin on up
I bought it. It’s mine. I took that hot liquor tank off his hands. This is it, the gateway to grain brewing. When I got started brewing beer I didn’t think I’d ever be interested in brewing from scratch, but after reading up on it all week long I have to admit it sounds very Read.
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electric brewing
I think I have to buy this. It’s a hot liquor tank, it’s used for brewing beer and – this is what really blows my mind – it’s electric, which would give me the amazing super-power of being able to brew beer in my basement where the rest of my brewing equipment is, instead of Read.
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coupled
Visiting a train show a couple years back, I spotted a big stack of boxes from across the aisle that made my spider-sense tingle. They turned out to be passenger cars, dozens of them, at rock-bottom prices. I picked out two dome cars, two or three sleepers, a coach and an observation car for the Read.
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spaghetti
I spent just about the whole weekend up to my elbows in an extra-large helping of copper-wire spaghetti, not because I was involved in yet another home improvement project, like fixing the garage door opener that’s still spread out in pieces across my work bench, but because I was playing with my choo-choo trains. A Read.
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howzat
Seriously, how does Radio Shack stay in business? I go there pretty regularly to buy solder and micro-switches and geeky stuff like that, but nobody else does, from what I can tell. For all the times I’ve been there, just once have I seen anyone else in the store, shopping for a phone. I wanted Read.
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