Domestic Interlude
Our grandson Quentin has his high school diploma.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog
Our grandson Quentin has his high school diploma.
Maybe instead of reading Dr. Spock when we were young parents, we should have been watching the birds.
I must telegraph it somehow, because if I so much as think about going somewhere in the car, Mister B knows, and won’t let me out of his sight lest I sneak out without him. As I’m going to do this morning. I need groceries for dinner tonight, Safeway isn’t dog-friendly, and if I leave […]
I’m not a fan of posing as something you’re not on the internet, and if you asked me why I’d say it was my experience with AD, rest his soul.
The media isn’t going to change. Critical thinking skills are more important than ever. If your first thought is “good luck with that,” I’m with you, baby. We’re doomed. Got any donuts?
The day may come when you can’t scroll past ads on social media. TV and the cable companies are leading the way on that front, disabling fast-forwarding through commercial breaks.
A friend and I were recently talking about how we came to computers.
Got up at 5 AM to spray a wasp nest under the eaves over our breezeway, something you definitely don’t want to do when they’re awake and alert.