A blues song written for my new (old) TV, a beautiful plastic-wood paneled Tennessee flat top (not really) with attractive side venting.

( Gilly's Song )

So I finally did some research on the Hand of Glory, and found that though it was nothing at all what I thought it was (i.e. some grotesquely powerful Biblical token), it was still terribly badass. A good summary of a H.O.G., courtesy of www.shanmonster.com ( Read more... )

Got real drunk last night and spent a long time talking very animatedly to Jon while sitting on the kitchen counter with one foot in the sink.

Good times, I think, were had by all.

So today, as I'm signing Jon's birthday card and hurtling around the room like a hamster on espresso, trying to scrounge up enough coins for a decent birthday present, (Here, Jon! Happy birthday! Have this old...sock) I find a spider the size of Cincinatti. With a web like urban sprawl. And eyes as large as those absolutely fanatically ( Read more... )

_Harold and Maude_ was playing at the State tonight (hurrah for midnight movies) and seeing it again was nice. Helps to remember every once in awhile that there are millions of activities and skills and sensations out in the world I haven't experienced. And that I could. And that I should ( Read more... )

Today I went to Burns Park and swung for twenty minutes or so on the swingset behind the beautiful old brick elementary school while my dog ate dirt.  Then I came back and mooned around online, looking up celebrities I sort of care about; I do that about once a month in order to stay topical.  Then I went to Kroger to fill my prescription, only ( Read more... )

This has one of Stephen King's top three annoying phrases in it. But I still like it because I think it's kind of true.




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Best picture of Columbo ever, courtesy MKR:


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Learnings of the past few days:

I am happier when my room is not only picked up, but clean.

Peter Falk has one glass eye.

The idea of one wooden eye is hysterical.

4,000 books do not fit on 3 shelves.

Somehow Sara can only call me when I am unavailable, and likewise.

I am a fuddy-duddy.

In other news, I rearranged all ( Read more... )

Columbo's new kennel came today. It's roughly the size of the Ojibwa nation and no matter where I put it in the room, it blocks the closet, the vents, and/or the dresser. The upside is that there is enough room inside for Columbo to grow several more heads and a twenty-foot tail. So he should get right on that. The admission I could charge ( Read more... )