
I hope my neighbors like flowers, because my flowers sure like the neighbors!
How bad is political correctness in Britain? A Wikipedia entry mentioning pirate broadcasters calls them “undocumented radio stations.”
Up next: Burglars are “undocumented homeowners.”
It turns out that the IT department wonʼt notice you installing your own Mapnik tile server on localhost if itʼs too busy freaking out about your terminal emulator that transforms an HDMI connection into a bad 3270 display, complete with burn-in, flickering, and horizontal hold issues.
This morning my egg formed itself into a perfect circle. And I donʼt even own a ring mold.
Itʼs also Red Flag week on the other side of town. Coincidence?
We have achieved XMODEM on the TRS-80. Weekend project complete.
Today I left the house because the cat was being an asshole.
It may be time to re-evaluate how I rank around here.
The best thing about internet video is that it finally stopped Canadians from pronouncing “DOS” the way Spanish people pronounce “two.”
Today I learned that if you take a sharp turn very quickly, my car thinks itʼs upside down and the hazard lights go mad. So thatʼs a thing.
A week ago my mutant cacti stopped their weird growth spurt aimed at Area 51. I thought it was over. Then yesterday, they all turned around and started pointing down the road toward Fort Irwin, where the Army has a dozen “villages” identical to various Middle Eastern locations and populated with actual Middle Easterners in order to train the Special Forces.
Itʼs like a Spielberg movie on my mantle.
In April of 1982, I waited an agonizing three weeks for the UPS guy to deliver a 1541 drive that could hold 170K of data.
Tonight, Amazon brought me a drive that holds 25,000 times more data… in 90 minutes… at midnight.
So maybe not everything is more terrible today than it used to be.
Worst diocesan coat of arms in America: The giant dancing beaver repping the Diocese of Albany.
Best diocesan coat of arms in America: The eagle holding a spear from the Diocese of Samoa-Pago Pago.
In 1982 I waited three weeks for the UPS guy to deliver a Commodore 1541 disk drive that held 170K of data.
Tonight, Amazon Prime delivered a Western Digital drive that holds 25,000 times more data in just 90 minutes. At midnight.
Searching for a new butcher this morning, I was reminded once again that you can get anything in Vegas. Anything.
So if anyone needs any coyote chops, bobcat stew meat, peacock thighs, lion fish filets, or otter steaks, I know a place.
Also, guinea pig nards (apparently suitable for slow cookers) are $19.99 a set. A SET!
Worst tech job of the 1980’s: Typesetter at Computer Shopper.
They say that Iron Chefs can cook anything.
OK, prove it. Bring on Battle: American Cheese.
I wonder how many times someoneʼs said aloud, “Hey, Siri, *buuuuuuuuuuuurp!*”
There should be a word for when youʼre taking a leak, and the cat walks between you and the toilet with his tail raised high, and you end up peeing on your own cat.
I mean other than “Eeeeew.”
Taco Bell makes me happy that Darcie insists I buy the good, fluffy toilet paper.
I ordered Planters cocktail peanuts from Amazon Fresh. It arrived in bubble wrap, instead of packing peanuts.
Seems like an opportunity missed.
I ate so many Doritos when I was a teen-ager that I may die, but Iʼll never decompose.
We all wanted to grow up to be Dr. Johnny Fever or Venus Flytrap.
We ended up being Les Nessman and Herb Tarlek.
There are only two occasions in life when you get to use the word "bevy." Quails and bathing beauties.
Guess which one ran in front of my car today.
Since I live in Las Vegas, the answer may not be as easy as it seems.
Darcie's three favorite entertainers are:
I see a pattern.
This weekend I replaced the backyard hose bib, fixed Darcieʼs leaky toilet, replaced a tail light on my car, replaced a segment of the underground irrigation system, put out the flags, and fixed the hummingbird feeder. Itʼs like Iʼm Harry Homeowner or something.