Patios aren’t patios unless they are surrounded by Tiki torches. For over two months, since the arrival of spring, I’ve walked through Wal-Mart, eyeing the bamboo-and-metal concoctions with an envious, intentful glare. Each time, though, I also eye the price tag and simply cannot justify the expense. So I sit outside and let mosquitos nibble…
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Things happen in life that we have no control over. Car wrecks, for example. While theoretically we hold control over our automobiles, unexplainable forces actually govern the dynamics of auto transit. And periodically those dynamics go haywire. So we do what we can to cope with the day-to-day frustrations of things that are beyond our…
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I hate weekends. Forty-eight hours of unadulterated boredom. Sitting on the sofa, surfing through seventy-eight channels of absolute nothingness. Forraging in the refrigerator for food that doesn’t have a colony of pre-cognitive lifeforms on it. Two days of pajama pants and CNN’s People in the News. I mean, do I really care that “The DaVinci…
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The most startling indication that I have no life is my recent purchase: a used, Apple G3 desktop unit. Well, actually, it’s a bit more complicated than that, but the purchase is a good starting point. You see, I’m a subscriber to an email list–several actually. There’s the Atlantis_II list, full of fans of Ayn…
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There is one thing that I know beyond all doubt: Donald Trump did not train the workers at my local DQ. As if there were some intergalacting conspiracy against me eating tonight, I made three stops on my way home and still did not get what I wanted for dinner. I wanted a greek salad.…
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I’ve just been swamped with work, with life. Nothing major, just no time. I’ll get caught up tomorrow or Thursday, with a major post by the weekend. md
I had a really great post about a horrid experience with a closed checkout line at the retail horror of a Hell but an unfortunate touchpad-keystroke combo wiped out three paragraphs of it. C’est la vie. I’m going to watch “Cheaper by the Dozen.” Go see “The Girl Next Door.” Now why couldn’t that have…
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Why I am so glad to be back in civilization. I don’t know quite what overcame me this morning when a friend asked me if I would like to ride with them to drop another friend off in the country. I guess it was the nostalgia of “Wow, a ride in the country on a…
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I mean it. Really. As in March 30. And I’m 27 today. Twenty-seven. That’s three-hundred and sixty-five days older than I was this time last year. I’m fifty-two weeks closer to 30, one year closer to forty. And it’s a damned shame. Why do we get “older”? That word just means obsolescence. It’s not until…
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