Cthulhu help me, a Brooklyn idiot tells me he visits Baltimore frequently. If anyone gives this idiot my phone number or address, there will be retribution. The last thing I want is this dumbass showing up on my doorstep trying to be friendly. Just getting that out there and letting it be known.
Tag Archives: Life
On Revisiting a Previous Post
That potentially good news I mentioned. Yeah, didn’t come through. Quite frankly, I have no fucking clue what’s going on. And in other news. My bitchin’ computer speakers? Yeah, one died. Not quite as bitchin’ any more.
On a Serendipitous Happening
John Lennon tried to tell me something today. I was buying a greeting card in a drug store, and as I made my decision the muzak switched over to a John Lennon song that captured perfectly the mood of the greeting card I wanted to purchase. I won’t say which song. Just that it wasContinue reading “On a Serendipitous Happening”
Just an Observation
Sometimes I feel like I should’ve taken up kickboxing.
On the Morning Blahs
One of those mornings, when I can’t get out of bed. Blah. One of those mornings where I dreamt the alarm going off, where I dreamt hitting the snooze button five or six times. I hate those nested awakenings. Blah. We may see snow flurries today. Better than yesterday’s rainy, blustery day. Blah. My coffeeContinue reading “On the Morning Blahs”
On Prezzies
It’s been a quiet Christmas in Lake Wobegon, my hometown. Wait, that’s not right. It’s been a quiet Christmas. Slept late. Opened presents well past noon. Ate some cookies. Drank some nog. What did I get? A Fossil watch. Despite the tag saying that I can adjust the links myself, I can’t get the damnedContinue reading “On Prezzies”
On Grandmothers and Eight Year-Olds
We’ll start with an eight year-old. I’ve never recommended a YouTube video. More than likely I never will again. But if you hate Bill O’Reilly, watch this eight year-old spout sense that would do Keith Olbermann proud. I’ll put it like this. My jaw hit the desk a few times. You go, girl! Now, myContinue reading “On Grandmothers and Eight Year-Olds”
On What I'm Thinking on Festivus
Today is Festivus, the holiday for the rest of us. The next forty-eight hours are going to fucking blow. Cracks have become fault lines, and they will shift. Fortunately, I have liquor. That may blunt the damage. One can hope, anyway.
On a Return Address
No, I am not an Arab terrorist. No, envelopes are not addressed in Arabic. It’s really English, but written in Elvish Tengwar. (Maybe it’s a good thing I couldn’t buy the Arabic stamps like I wanted to. Apparently there’s not a large enough Muslim population here.) Though I am expecting to have postal inspectors showContinue reading “On a Return Address”
On Allyn's Friday Feeling
I’m feeling a bit depressed and a whole lot down. No particular reason, just how I feel this Friday night. Anyone who wants to think happy thoughts, I’ll gladly take them.