Why CDs make crappy presents for kids. Lovingly illustrated. … [Read more...] about Just in time for Christmas…
Life
Officialness
Post-holiday roundup
A Steph update…
… for interested parties. I almost have a coherent first chapter of the work in progress. I have one tiny gap to fill in by Friday, when it gets inflicted on the scary we-read-our-work-aloud writing group. I'm not sure what to put next, a normal second chapter or a … [Read more...] about A Steph update…
Autumn
RenFaire. Rereading Practical Magic (the copy with the little black cat on the cover). New TV shows. Awaiting holiday movies (the last of which has the most ridiculous URL in the world). Dragging sweaters out of the bottom drawer. Leaves don't turn here. We do, however, get to … [Read more...] about Autumn
Friday
This pretty much sums it up. Nikka Costa's "Everybody Got Their Something" is a truly addictive song. … [Read more...] about Friday
Traveling, and Paint
Back from Corpus. My eyes feel like sandpaper and my brain feels like mud. I look forward to Friday, and hope that the tropical storms stay in the Gulf where they belong. Bob Vila's Paint Designer is exactly the tool I've been wishing I could find, and yet it's evil and I wish … [Read more...] about Traveling, and Paint
Tapped out
There are plenty of things I should be blogging about. I ought to be more excited about the G5, the overturning of Texas's asinine sodomy laws, Harry Potter, the RIAA's absurd plan to sue their customers into submission, and a lot of other things. But I just can't. I'm wiped out. … [Read more...] about Tapped out
Nostalgia
I have the Atari 2600. I have the beat-up copy of The Black Stallion. If I still had any of the records that played on this thing, I'd purchase this fixture of my childhood and while away the evenings listening to early '80s Disney and George Lucas movies, and the nostalgia … [Read more...] about Nostalgia
Mothers and sons
Conversation between a co-worker and her son, as reported to me this morning: Mother [in the car]: Oh damn! I forgot my jacket. Son: Why? Mother: I don't know, I just did. Son: I know why. Mother: Why is that? Son: To cover up that ugly dress. And your armpits. … [Read more...] about Mothers and sons