(Saturday in May, 1996, Papiotte, Dominica, W.I ( Read more... )

(from May 1996 ( Read more... )

So, I found this thing I wrote a long time ago online. I think this is a recent entry into the Interwebs. It's funny how our ghosts suddenly become find-able this way ( Read more... )

Learning games is hard. I could never, can never, follow directions -- I just have to do it. Moreover, I have trouble caring enough to try to win or not win if and when I finally do figure out the rules. You can see how things like law school and learning to drive were problematic ( Read more... )

I miss the chocolate pie at Cowling's on 460 (not the Cowling's in Smithfield -- totally different place). As you may recall, their chocolate pie is tasty. Have not found a suitable replacement for it here in Ohio, yet.

But the quest is on. I am seriously considering Chili Time. If nothing else, they are open until the wee hours, I often crave St ( Read more... )

So, on the way back from celebrating Poppa's 80th in South Carolina, the kids made up a quiz show. Well, Max -- who watches "Jeopardy!" with his grandma Donna every evening, and has been wanting to be on kid Jeopardy since we lived in Virginia and a guy from Hampton won big (unfortunately they keep raising the age, so he hasn't been able to try out ( Read more... )

I must answer 20 of these during the 10-minute drive to school alone ( Read more... )

What's an evil mastermind?

What sound do reindeers make?

Will my eyes turn blue on my birthday?

Can a car break a house?

How does the earth go around the sun?

No, I'm a frayed knot!

I can clearly see your nuts.

My wife sent me to the store for a jar of olives, but they're closed.

We needed the eggs.

To get to the other side.

Chicken butt!

Because cows have horns.

What the hell was that all about?

Fuck you, clown!

Is it better to do good deeds on purpose or by accident ( Read more... )