Okay, enough about your rights
My disappointment over the tremendously self-serving reactions to Newtown and the rash of other shootings in the past few months...
Going ballistic
These newfangled plastic straw wrappers are rubbish for shooting at your father.
Faded art
Once, every sign was a handpainted sign. For a while in the ’80s, I worked in an office next to...
This is why we can’t have nice things
Because the real icicles get hung up in the fake icicles. Welcome to 2013, and to winter (finally).
2012: Please leave. Now.
Carl & Tarri (Photo credit: carljohnson) I recently had a phenomenally trivial family trivia question enter my head: I suddenly...
Not up for discussion
Please, for the sake of my sanity, and perhaps for your very survival, PLEASE: I need not to hear about...
The Nutcracker, 13th edition
I have it on good authority (or at least a blog entry from seven years ago) that this will be...
All-nighters used to smell of hot wax and hypo
There’s stuff going on that has necessitated that, once again, I work the night shift. I’ll admit I had thought...