People who don’t “get” references to Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy annoy me. I realize that not everyone in the world is going to recognize a reference to H2G2, especially the really obscure ones, but still. There should be some minimum cultural knowledge here! 😆 Blogged with the Flock Browser
Category Archives: Life
On Conversations with my Grandmother
Sometimes, conversations with my grandmother are amusing. Sometimes, the conversations are frustrating. Today, the conversations have been the frustrating ones. It began this morning over coffee. “I’m going home today,” she said. “Home?” I said. “You are home.” “I know that,” she hissed. “I’m going home.” I changed the subject quickly. It seemed prudent. IContinue reading “On Conversations with my Grandmother”
On That Thursday Feeling
I have a migraine. I hate it. I have a nasty cough, phlegmy sinuses, and bronchial passages that feel clogged. I hate it. I’m feeling a bit miserable right now. *sigh* So, what about you? Life treating you well? Doing better than me, at least?
On Mental Mush
My brain feels like mush. Headache. Sleepy. Mush. * * * * * Today is Thursday? I don’t pretend to understand. The week’s gone by in a blur. The days have blended together. I blame the mush. * * * * * I picked up a book over the weekend. I knew, before I boughtContinue reading “On Mental Mush”
On Terminology
After watching the Cubs :cubs: dispatch the Blue Jays 7-4 this afternoon, I flipped the television over to MASN to catch the end of the Orioles/Pirates game. The Orioles had coughed up a couple of runs earlier in the game, had clawed back to 4-2, and then, moments after I switched the channel, I watchedContinue reading “On Terminology”
On Mealtime Conversations
I was watching the Orioles/Pirates game on MASN. My grandmother opened the door to the basement. “What are we having for breakfast?” she called down. “Breakfast?” I said, confused. It was 7:30. At night. The Orioles pitcher had just given up a solo shot to the Pirates. “Breakfast,” she said. “Is it up or down?”Continue reading “On Mealtime Conversations”
On Late Night Conversations
At midnight, my grandmother wanted to talk. She’d fallen asleep earlier in the evening, sometime around nine, and now it was midnight and she was done with her nap. She opened the door at the bottom of the steps, and began to ask questions. “Are you cool enough?” she asked. No. “Yes,” I said. “AreContinue reading “On Late Night Conversations”
On Hitting The Jackpot
“What’d you do?” he asked. “Hit the jackpot?” I was standing at the fare machine in the subway terminal. Coins rattled in the machine, falling in the change cup. I looked to my right. A kid, maybe twenty-two, had asked the question. It was an obvious question — the fare machine sounded like a slotContinue reading “On Hitting The Jackpot”
On Grandmother Conversations
I had conversations yesterday with my grandmother. She likes to talk about trips to the ocean. How, when me and my siblings were little, we would come to visit, and then we’d go down to the shore for a week or two. These trips come up at least twice a week at dinner, and myContinue reading “On Grandmother Conversations”