My neck is out of joint, oh, cursed spite! I’ll need a crow bar, to set it right. Woke up with a monster headache, curtesy of a major neck ache. And of course, it was on a Saturday, because I could have slept late today. No, yesterday, when I had to be up at 7,…
OK, all those folks out there without kids, you know that feeling when your alarm goes off, and you’re just still exhausted because you were up late, and had trouble falling asleep, and then your neighbor’s car alarm or something woke you at like 3 for an hour, and then you get back to sleep,…
Tomorrow, my doctor will get to know me very intimately via the wrong end. For those of you who haven’t had colonoscopies, you’re not missing anything by way of a fun time. I guess I won’t feel much except groggy because they put me under general anesthetic and when I wake up, I’m somebody’s girlfriend……
Sometimes….*sigh* Me: Ellen, i said STOP. Ellen ignores me. Me (angrily): What part of STOP didn’t you understand? Ellen: Um..The ‘P’ part? Me (wanting to be angry, but busting out laughing): Don’t push it, kid. Ellen smirks and falls silent. When did I lose control?
All time favorite book Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy is being, finallly, made into a real movie. Of course, it’s years after the wonderful author Douglas Adams died suddenly, and tragicallly, but hopefully it will still be good, and true to the original. I guess there’s even an argument that if he were alive and…
I like the rare instances when I do something clever, no matter how unimportant. So here’s something I did today. Maybe it will be useful for you in the future. I had some cold Dim Sum to warm up. I think the microwave does a crappy job, and getting out the bamboo steamer is a…
I come upstairs and Ellen’s in the tub, crying. Talking to Kim, I find out that she had given her a hard time when she wanted her out of the tub, and she told her that she could get herself out (as opposed to her helping her out of the tub). Now, she’s perfectly capable…
Wednesday morning, 6:10 AM. Wife and I are asleep. Windows open. Beautiful evening/morning out. Suddenly (or suddenly to me) there is a swell in the ambiant noise. Something is happening. Yes, it’s…BIRDS. Hundreds of birds. Talking. Singing. Eating. Commuting. Who the F**k knows what hundreds of birds do other than MAKE NOISE. Wednesday morning, 6:15…
There’s an article in today’s NY Times about the Brood X Cicadas, and essentially how they’re NOT locusts (which are grasshoppers, BTW). This paragraph caught my eye: Consider the difference in attitude in two novels, wildly different in location and in artistic value, but both with locust scenes. Dr. Lockwood quotes from “On the Banks…
To those of you following the plight of the noisy sparrow and the battle of the Nest under the A/C, it has apparently been won by the persistantly sleep deprived daddy. Although the prior solution, a block of wood that sort of blocked the entrance to the A/C didn’t quite work (ok, it didn’t work…