Archive for December, 2009
“Engage Hyper Drive!”
So there we were driving crawling down interstate-Outer Rim Of The Galaxy when it occurs to me the snail’s pace we’ve devolved to has nothing to do with anything serious, and everything to do with The End Of The Word. Which, in this part of the country (which I’m not going to name for several reasons), has little or no
Sigh
It’s shameless, I know. But for those wondering what it is I keep whining about, by way of The Camera I Don’t Yet Have…here it is. The Canon EOS Rebel XSi. I don’t even know what all the letters stand for. I don’t even care. I just want it. …maybe I’ll start a Let’s Put An End To His Whining
Drive
We have made our share of road trips, believe me. We’ve driven north, south, west and, most definitely, east…referring to the thirty-seven hour drive to the outer banks some seven and a half years back. Which just so happened to mark the last time we decided to load up whatever vehicle we could cram everything into and assault the highways.
Faker
Okay, first of all…he’s not dead so don’t even fall for it. Second of all, his name is Octavius (but that came later). So I was scrubbing — SCRUBBING — the wood floor in the kitchen the other day. We’ve gone through all kinds of powered floor cleaning machinery and I’d decided they all suck. I don’t care who tries
Watch Your Step
There’s old and then there’s old. And then there’s fair. As in Fair River Farm. Which is, unless I’ve been getting my history mixed up, the unofficial name gracing a homestead as old as one can imagine and deep in the heart of Mississippi. Which is also a step back in time, to put it mildly. Of all the photos
Hidden Camera
Oh, let us sing the fair praises of technology! I’m away from the house and need to check in on things. *beep boop beep [breathy female computer voice] “activating home surveillance camera noooww.” I knew it.
Okay Now I’m Done
I’ve held off as long as is required, according to The Rules Inside My Head. Which were amended to prevent me from bad-mouthing Colorado’s winter, which I’d been wont to do in the past whenever the temperatures dipped precariously close to freezing. The amended Rules, however, preserved my life-long stipulation which allows me the freedom to state, loud and clear, that
So Long
Christmastime is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp! – Merry Christmas to all
Back Away Slow
I know I can be sort of high-maintanence with all the Let’s Not Get Shut Down Because Your Bedroom Is A Biohazard stuff I go on and on about, but I have to draw the line at finding everything — EVERYTHING — in that photo up above, under Alpha Male’s bed down below. I mean, really? Doesn’t one start to
No Shame
[Official Disclaimer: it's more the lighting than actual dust] [please believe me.] Colorado is dry. Very. Dry. So dry, in fact, that the normal amount of dusting any household might experience probably isn’t going to pass muster out here in the Rockies where one white glove test on Monday doesn’t really mean anything on Tuesday. Just so you know. I
