They Might Be Giants still stuck in my head
Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads . . . .
Pansy dishware
Or perhaps dishwear, the jury is still out. Bizarre search term of the week, and apparently a lot of people...
This weather…
The sun is just fucking with us, now. I mean it. More than 72 hours of nothing but rain in...
Question
Be honest. Am I losing my street cred? ‘Cause if I am, I can get some more, I’m sure. You...
Don’t they have to tell me if I’ve gone public?
Hey, I’ve been Blogshared! I thought I had to sign up for that, but apparently not . . . Oddly...
Stupid web tricks
Courtesy of Rob’s Amazing Poem Generator, a poem based on my blog. The best one yet, I think: My bones...
Arrgh! Light that burns!
Look out! Giant ball of fire in sky! Oh, never mind. Just the sun. I forgot. Don’t worry, it’s gone.
I’m insufferable, truly
Wife: “Would you start the dishwasher?” Me: “I will, but I warn you, once started, I cannot stop it. No...
Don’t look at your feet!
Did you ever get to work and suddenly have the odd sensation that perhaps you had worn Tevas instead of...
Concrete
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing when I’m working with concrete, and every time I do it, I...