In Ho_Hum . . .
04.21.2009
So I want to make clear, first of all, that my fear of drawers is NOT this kind of fear. They don't cause me to jump in fright. And I lose very little in the way of bejeezus when I see them. However, like Honey's fear, the root cause of my drawer phobia may indeed have something to do with a general uneasiness when it comes to magic and all things supernatural.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
03.10.2009
One of the side-effects of a guilt like mine is I'm terrible around cops.
03.09.2009
One of C's marketable business skills is boiling complicated things down to their simple essence.
01.27.2009
Just to be clear, when C says 'quality time,' she means she will watch anime while I go to the beach to catch up on the latest bikini fashions.
01.26.2009
In all the places C and I have lived before New Jersey, I've always been aware that our neighbors could potentially hear us. And I'm not just referring to during the, you know ... play times. I'm talking about during casual conversations. Fully clothed. Just talking about things like tea. Or grits. Or the Tao of JD in Scrubs.
12.08.2008
I've got a Tumblr blog and a few new content feeds, which I wanted to tell you about. But first, if you've been reading this blog for a while, I have to take a moment to ask: Are you okay?
11.10.2008
One way to relax after a Sunday afternoon herding leaves is to have a couple of beers and sit on the couch with your hand under your belt and watch some football and feel good and fine and strong--and downright brawny, damnit, like the guy on the paper towel rolls--for having worked hard and for having cuts on your hands and dirt under your nails and an easy sort of pain in your muscles.
09.22.2008
If you ask me questions, I'll give you answers
08.12.2008
And God said, "Yea, do not be proud or boastful about your good and plenty space. For verily I say unto thee ...
In Game_Theory . . .
03.27.2009
On my days off, I'd visit Juan. It was like my day at school. Because I was young and new to bartending. And Juan, who was a good ten years my senior, worked at one of the busiest Mexican cantinas in Dallas. He was, unequivocally, a bad-ass. And I felt like if I put in enough time observing him, that I too would be a bad-ass.
01.09.2008
It was fitting that I was in Montreal the day Oscar Peterson died.
In Favorites . . .
03.27.2009
On my days off, I'd visit Juan. It was like my day at school. Because I was young and new to bartending. And Juan, who was a good ten years my senior, worked at one of the busiest Mexican cantinas in Dallas. He was, unequivocally, a bad-ass. And I felt like if I put in enough time observing him, that I too would be a bad-ass.
01.09.2008
It was fitting that I was in Montreal the day Oscar Peterson died.
In Random . . .
01.23.2007
A five-minute animation-video well worth watching.
11.14.2006
I think it would be fun if football referees wore these.
09.18.2006
Forget about relativity or Fibonacci numbers. That's all useless babble. I submit to you . . .
05.10.2006
Comments
his logic makes the puppy sad. :-(
Posted by sparkle on Sep 18, 2006 at 3:38:12 PM
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