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So I got a service call scheduled for my limping air conditioner, any time from 12 to 3 this afternoon they told me, and when I walk in my porch at noon sharp from the gym I find two things:
1) a large packing case blocking the door, courtesy of Fed Ex, with a huge gouge [...]

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If I had a crush on a performing artist, it would be this guy.

He’s semi-bald (“Bald is Beautiful” — the song he recorded on a 1998 CD that’s been going through my head all day) and looks, in videos, a little squashy around the edges, the guy you’d pass without a [...]

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This is an act of supreme egotism, because my garden is shaggy and my photography is indifferent, but since I brought this place back from the dead, after several years of neglect due to lack of time and funds and three subsequent years of being too hurt to do a damn thing with it, I’m [...]

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I have lived all my fifty-four years in a Virginia suburb of Washington, DC, excepting my college relocation to the boondocks of the Upper Hudson valley. That means fifty-four summers in a location which the British Foreign service, at one time, reportedly categorized as a tropical posting. For the Brits this probably meant white wool [...]

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Azahar suggested I try shooting this picture at dusk — fairy LED lights in my garden that use solar panels to fuel a twinkle back in the foliage till around midnight in the summer. What I didn’t bargain with was my real ineptitude with my digital camera. I will go shortly and look up how [...]

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I have a small line in serial killers — not enough to be a sign of creepiness but appropriate for someone who’s written a mystery novel or two. My true-crime-in-general shelf is sizable, if only because nothing shows more of human nature in all its shabby glory — the foibles of police and investigators, the [...]

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This is the sort of shirt that’s only worth wearing to sci-fi conventions because 99% of the people on the street won’t get it.

It was a gift, from someone who knew I am (to put it politely) jaundiced about children, but have been a huge Lovecraft fan all my life. No, I didn’t like kids [...]

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Let’s go over this again. If you’re a teenager and  you use your cell phone to send another teenager an unclothed photo of yourself, you’re a child pornographer. But if you’re a school official and you order a 13-year-old to strip because she might be concealing an over-the-counter anti-inflammatory, you’re defending Truth, Justice and even [...]

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Gym Dandy

No one is ever going to accuse me of being terribly well-dressed but I confess to a certain foible about my gym clothes. They have to match. I am usually in gym baggies and a string tank, or a ten-for-a-four-pack men’s wifebeater undershirt, but the two garments and the sport bra underneath have to work [...]

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My oft-mentioned late and ex husband was an aficionado of the limerick, the filthier and more disgusting the better. Ages ago I swore I would collect his limericks, and the apocryphal ones that he treasured, into some sort of a memorial, and toward that endeavor I have decided to post one or two every Sunday.
He [...]

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