Now that I’m bald, but bearded, I feel like Sid Haig. I’m really tempted to dress up in clown makeup and call everyone by Groucho Marx character names. Or just watch lots of Rob Zombie movies1. The bald seems to be working well in combatting scalpne – and the strange looks I get from passersby… Continue reading Where I just close my eyes & type
Category: Stream of Consciousness
Where I answer Natalie’s eleven questions
So, Natalie of Mommy of a Monster (and Twins) fame (though I find the title of her blog amusing, because it really seems that Tater is a really great kid . . . while the twins are the actual monsters, but when you register a domain, you register it for life) put out 11 seemingly… Continue reading Where I answer Natalie’s eleven questions
Where I ponder the things that I’m pondering
I loved Pinky & the Brain, truly. Honestly, anything clever that also makes me laugh will win in my book — and some of Pinky & the Brain was just spectacularly clever. Of course, my favorite part was always The Brain, asking Pinky, if Pinky was pondering what The Brain was pondering. The answers varied,… Continue reading Where I ponder the things that I’m pondering
Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks
I’m fully aware that there are people who wake up and don’t feel the need to expel half of their body weight through their sinuses. I envy those people. I’ve actually been running pretty regularly . . . something “clicked” in my head and I realized that I was making excuses to stay inside to… Continue reading Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks
Where the topics I write about range from bacon to zombies to Strawberry Shortcake.
I keep meaning to start a technical blog post series, titled “Techie Tuesdays,” where the first post will be explaining the way HTML works. But, it’s really fucking hard to write an entertaining blog post about how HTML works. I missed that today (Chinese New Year) is a holiday in the Philippines . . .… Continue reading Where the topics I write about range from bacon to zombies to Strawberry Shortcake.
Where the bullet points return
I’ve been swamped, more than usual, at work, so bullet points you get: Is it just me, or are allergies especially crazy on the east coast this winter? I’m guessing the mild temperature to extreme cold cycle is just keeping some stuff alive that normally just dies off, and as such, my eyeballs feel like… Continue reading Where the bullet points return
Where I break it out, bullet-point style
I ran for the first time, in a long time, this morning. While I have been getting up to spin on the exercise bike, I haven’t been out running since the 3rd of December, and before that, Thanksgiving, and before that, the Harrisburg marathon. Getting started on a run is really, really difficult, particularly before… Continue reading Where I break it out, bullet-point style
Where I relive my absolute favorite memory
First, we had MamaKat’s prompt – define your Seven Wonders of the World. I read MamaKat’s blog every now & then, but well, life has been especially crazy as of late, and I never got a chance to play along with her linkup. And, honestly, I’m not sure what all seven of mine would be… Continue reading Where I relive my absolute favorite memory
Where I answer Klosterman’s 23 questions
Y’all know that I love audiobooks – I listen to them as I drive, as I run, and as I cycle (if I could figure out ways to listen as I showered & swam, I’d add those to the list — and speaking of swimming, I need to get back to swimming regularly). Right now,… Continue reading Where I answer Klosterman’s 23 questions
Where I let the crazy come as it may.
It’s Friday, and I’m exhausted. This shouldn’t be surprising to any of you. Exhausted has become my status quo. So, we present, to you, a stream of consciousness. I’ve started reintroducing meat to my life. Simply, I wasn’t being very careful about what I was eating, and I’m pretty sure that chicken broth, lard, and… Continue reading Where I let the crazy come as it may.