February 2011
21 posts
Oh the Shark Bites →
Dillweed request: I have a mail program that sends up little alerts when I get a new message; it appears to be trashing some mails I mark as “unread.” If you’ve contributed this last week – and…
Happy Birthday Mr. Dog →
NOTE: this was written yesterday, before I realized I forgot to post a Bleat. So it’s a day behind. But there’s a Diner; links at the bottom.
Today’s snow photo, taken at the parking lot by my…
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Spoilers →
NOTE: I can’t believe I forgot to post this. And didn’t notice. Yet I did. So here’s yesterday’s Bleat, today! As if they’re all that timely. Note: I will be on the Dennis Miller show today,…
AAAAUUUGH →
The whole damned day was built around fargin’ snow. Wife gets up, heads out, I get a phone call a minute or two later: I’m outside, stuck. Go outside. Indeed: the car progressed exactly one yard on…
Another foot or so →
Another foot of snow. Or more: could be 15 inches by the time you read this. Eh. Fine. Do it. At this point we’re like the wounded in a field hospital. Just saw it off, doc. I’ll take a swig and…
Smartest Kid on Earth →
A long day, born from fog, laid into the grave with the brief benediction of the setting sun. Lots of satisfying work. At the end: sat on the sofa with daughter, who doesn’t have school Friday, and…
Big. Tiny. Little. →
Oh. Lord. Wednesday was wall-to-wall, and I’m not even close to the second wall yet, so you’ll forgive me here. But part of my work tonight involved the site, with a BleatPlus update – small,…
The Final Solution →
My main computer is having issues. The screen fills with tiny lines, and everything is unresponsive. The mouse works; iTunes continues to play. But the screens are locked. With my years of…
Hey Now →
Busy. Things today:
1. Daughter loved her Valentine’s Day Japanese confection gift, and she had a card for me as well. I bought her a funny card with cute characters saying things – a Whoops and…
A hit from the billabong →
First of all, congrats; yes, the working title of the novel is Positively Fourth Street. I’m ambivalent about this. It feels like a failure, somehow. I should find an obscure Elvis Costello lyric…
Ar-ee-es-pee-ee-cee-tee →
It’s two below. I think we might have hit five above today. The house is a meat locker, because it would be ruinously expensive to heat the pile to habitable temps, so we huddle and layer…
Eight O’Clock is when I have my first cup →
Oh, I don’t know about this.
On one hand I’m always amenable to the churn and reinvention of American brands, except where they abandon the traditional elements that bind them to their…
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TBA →
Daughter spent part of the weekend on a project devoted to the explorer De La Salle, part of the elementary school imperative to lodge a few kernels of factual information into the infinitely large…
The Stigmata →
A marvelous, busy, productive weekend. I did not watch a lot of Al Jazeera, because I got the impression that the regime is going to squat and wait and sit it out. Because they can. And if they can,…
We know a place →
New Diner! Link here, if you’re impatient.
So big important media dude that I am, I’m teeing up a podcast with Harry Shearer. Aaaand of course in the back of my mind is the realization that…
Those beautiful things →
Today was the day I decided to cut the cable. I’ll have to find a way to fit the needs of the family, which are different than mine; they watch a little TV. I don’t. But here’s the problem:
I…
Sorry Charlie →
February now. Time for pink-hued Oreo filling, as noted on last week’s Diner. Time for heart-shaped boxes of confections and roses and all the other obligatory amatory symbols, just to give us…
