Category: play

  • I Cannot Picard

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    I’m a huge Star Trek fan from way back. I’ve watched every episode of the original series so many times that you can show me a two-second clip of any show and I can tell you which one it is. I stood in line outside the movie theater in freezing temps to see Star Trek: Read.

  • vocab

    From “The Joys of Yiddish” by Leo Rosten: To help you distinguish kvitch from kvetch from krechtz (a salubrious set of niceties) I offer these observations: You can kvitch sedately, charmingly, out of happiness; to kvetch is always negative, bilious, complaining; and to krechtz is to utter grating noises of physical discomfort or spiritual woe. Read.

  • Jam Package Overkill

    All this packaging to send six jars of jam through the mail. Seems excessive. Read.

  • The Camping Thing: The Rebirth

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    The Camping Thing needs a complete do-over. Time to get started on that. Read.

  • suddenly

    The lyrics to “One Summer” by the Motels put me in a snarky mood. Read.

  • bass beat

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    Ah, the sweet peace and restful quiet of staying in a B&B … NEXT TO THE DANCE CLUB WITH A FIFTY MEGATON STEREO SYSTEM Read.

  • home again

    Home again, home again. Left Dayton yesterday morning at 9:00 am (eastern time) and got back to our little red house at about 5:30 pm (central time). Hit a minor hitch when I missed a turn and had to drive through Gary, Indiana, but it didn’t set us back much and we didn’t miss any Read.

  • improbable

    We were watching the first episode of “The Last of Us” when my mom texted me. She was housebound because she’d been hit by the same deep freeze that was keeping all us inside, but for her it was worse: she lives in Arkansas where the road maintenance crews don’t go out to salt or Read.

  • lyric

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    aw, shit. It’s “come on, eileen tah loo rye yay,” not “come on, eileen tah roo lah ray.” I’ve been singing it wrong all these years. So embarrassing. Read.

  • fractured

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    We got beat yesterday evening during our weekly game of Spirit Island, and by “we” I mean My Darling B and I. Tim did just fine defending his territory and he did what he could to help us protect ours. Winning the game is a group effort! So when B and I went down, we Read.

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