This sign, we spotted it tonight, just as we’re walking home:
From a Travelodge that’s 2 blocks down the street from a strip club. $40 dollars. Definitely won’t last.
What they don’t tell you is that you can probably get a brand new sleeping bag for that price. mm hmm.
Amongst other little things that the petty thief took from last week’s B&E episode (that’s cop speak for ‘breaking and entering’), we just noticed now that we’re missing a little bag whose absence is really quite devastating. Much more traumatic than having someone breaking into your house while you’re sleeping, it’s knowing that this bag [...]
“These people are gonna wake up and they’re gonna call the cops”
In the midst of my sleep I woke up to someone yelling that outside my front window. He repeated a couple times in the manner of a friend trying to get some stubbornly drunk friend home. People yelling in their drunken stupor is no [...]
Mark’s parents got us two little jars of Caviar from St. Petersberg when they went on their Baltic Sea cruise, and we’ve been hanging on to them for “special occasion” – as something as exotic as Russian Caviar would deserve – but it never came up and so I finally had to figure out a [...]
I’ve been looking up witty quotes for a short project I’m working on, and just had to share this one:
First we thought the PC was a calculator. Then we found out how to turn numbers into letters with ASCII — and we thought it was a typewriter. Then we discovered graphics, and we thought it [...]
Because there’s a lot of mint in my little herb garden…
1. Chop yellow pepper, tomatoes and kiwi:
2. Cook the pasta to al dente – perfect pasta requires careful attention, maybe I’ll post about this some time. Rinse with cold water until the noodles are cooled to the touch, throw them into the [...]
Years of not updating my old wordpress installs finally caught up with me when one of them was compromised by some sort of phishing hack… so I just had to spend a nice saturday afternoon cleaning up my web server, deleting files and saving whatever I could find.
Like going through boxes of unread journals in [...]