Curse of the Fly
Our mail-in ballots arrived yesterday afternoon. I filled mine out this morning.
(Relatively) Unashamed
It still jars to have to think about, plan around, and reassure friends and readers we’re taking measures to stay safe during this goddamn pandemic. I don’t want it to be the new normal. There’s nothing normal about it.
Mars Observing the Full Range of Precautions
If I was an observer on Mars, interpreting television signals from Earth, about all I could say with certainty right now is “something’s up, and I don’t like the looks of it.”
Will You Shut Up, Man?
I didn’t think Biden should have agreed to debate Trump in the first place, knowing Trump would turn it into a shitshow, and didn’t want to watch. But I did, and Trump did, and that’s the last Trump/Biden debate that’ll darken my TV.
Knuckledragging Gentlemen of Distinction
Never any lack of excitement around these parts.
Increasingly Thinking I Picked the Wrong Century to Quit Drinking
Why is everything so goddamn hard? Fucking coronavirus. It’s easy to understand why so many people want to pretend it’s no longer a threat and get back to normal life.
Glass Doors and Class Wars
Our remodeling project continues* with yesterday’s installation of new patio doors in the living room and master bedroom. *I know I said at one time the remodeling project would be done with the installation of these doors, but Donna hopes to replace the rest of our windows sometime next year, so there’ll be no more […]
Vermin Supreme
I caught a mouse last night.