If you donât get the title and want to, Google it. If you find audio, keep in mind that itâs Billy Mumy (Lost in Space original series, Babylon 5) singing. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Sometimes you see something and you know that you are destined for it. I saw Yetzirahâs fish, and I knew….
⢠1 jigger bourbon ⢠1 tablespoon mild honey ⢠2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice ⢠1/4 cup boiling-hot water Last night I substituted Splenda for the honey, since that is what I had in the house. It doesnât cure the common cold, but it sure makes you care less about it. The cold has…
This is in reference to comments to my last rambling update. I’m too lazy to write the term paper. The details are here (it will open in a new window). It’s hard to believe that the Pilgrims were extremists in this religious climate, and left to form an even more strict church.
If one is tuned to the Soft Rock âSounds of the Seasonâ station on cable, is one watching television, or listening to music? It hardly matters; the sound track sucks either way. Iâm sitting here staring at the little factoid slide-show that Music Choice scrolls through while playing music by musicians I would never listen…
Today marks the half-year anniversary of Satanâs Little Fart Cloudâs quarantine. Her coat is growing in beautifully, and once again I am allowing myself to dream that we can start doing cultures to see if the ringworm has cleared. The veterinary dermatologist we’re using said if she’s still good Monday, we can start. This is…
A few years ago someone asked me in here why I did not recommend donating to the Humanse** Society of the United States (HSUS). I’d had some bad personal experiences with them, but I really couldn’t give a good, well-substantiated reason then. Now I can: HSUS overhead takes 50 cents of every dollar donated: report…
Yeah, I know. Nothing for a month, then overwhelming drek. I found this while waiting for my cardamom cookies to cool enough to glaze; I just hope I can embed it on Dear Diary:
Iâm sitting here at Big Name Book Store behind the charity gift wrap table. I am by myself. Thatâs pretty nearly literal, as the store is nearly devoid of customers. At least half of the non-employees who are here are located in the café drinking stuff out of tall white paper cups with sippy lids…
It seems to me that the problem with diaries, and the reason that most of them are so boring, is that every day we vacillate between examining our hangnails and speculating on cosmic order. – Ann Beattie Iâve been lodged on hangnail mode for months now, maybe since I was laid off. Part of me…