Gotta be honest, it’s a mix, possibly, of the holiday and a total blow-up of all things electronic here at my work that maybe allowed posting today to slip my mind a bit. What good is having Monday off if[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Not that I ever get fruitcakes sent to me. Or as gifts. Or on my own. Pretty much would have to be Alton Brown’s recipe to even get my interest, and I’m frankly not one for that much booze. Or,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ain’t gonna lie. I’m waiting and hoping that Zak gets his comeuppance soon. Preferably in the form of surface-to-air missiles. Or Celine Dion. But that’s just cruel.
Now that, sir, is a way, way back reference. And yet still in my lifetime. How terrible for me. Speaking of old minds, yes, I am fully aware (now) that I missed posting last week. I was travelling on the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ours were above concrete. Jagged, hot concrete. But that was in the 70’s and kids were meant to be seen and not heard… screaming for an ambulance. Is Jabberjaws an insult? I always thought he was cool. I mean, he’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ah, remember swirlies and how fun they were? No? Well, yeah, not a lot of kind things can be said about them if you were ever on the receiving end of one (in all my awkward nerdiness, I managed to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Is there anything, in this entire world, more disgusting than those towels that just cycle on through in public restrooms? I mean, besides everything else in a public restroom that is. Who came up with those? I used to have[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
By the time you read this, I will be no more. Well, that’s what I’m hoping at least. I have a sore throat and a cough and it’s just doing everything it can to make itself worse and worse. So[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Much like an elephant. Therefore, simple logic dictates that Zak must secretly be an elephant. Which would help explain his massive size. To resolve things, Glen, I recommend you toss peanuts on the ground in front of him. While he’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I also gotta admire the simplistic elegance of t-shirts worn by the kids at Xavier and Glen’s school. A “z,” a “p,” an exclamation point, and Xavier’s own number three. Then just one random kid with a Red Wings shirt.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
