It’s kind of sad how days go by and this space sits waiting to take on the color of my days. It waits quite a bit now, but not by design. I haven’t lost interest, though. Most of the time, I feel like one of those clowns that shows up at a kid’s birthday party…
Month: August 2008
A Cork for Ben Stein’s Mouth, please?
As much as I have enjoyed watching men and women athletes compete in the Olympic games over the years, and successfully pushing out the political crap that inevitably surrounds the games, I can say that I’m not sad I will no longer have the sound of the games on our television being the soundtrack of…
In Vogue with Armpit Flaps
Once in a while, if I’m waiting in the line at the grocery store long enough, like others, I scan the covers of magazines. I glance past Gourmet, Bon Appetit, and Food & Wine, because I have those and others at home in some state of being dissected, stickered and splattered with my latest gastronomical…
Top Ten Wordless Wednesday Words
My top ten words for this Nearly Wordless Wednesday — not to be confused with Wordless Wednesday since I’m incapable of being wordless on any day of the week — are (you know, in case you were wondering, and waiting, and thinking perhaps that you, too, might feel some ridiculous remote affinity to me): mundane…
Does My Rear Look Big Like This?
The Yackstar has to be nearly twelve. I should know, but I don’t, and each time I wonder, I have to count. That wouldn’t be easy either, but the day I use is the one I met with the RTR’s principal. He was going to be in the first grade, and I was going to…
Yeah? So — what of it?
Last week, one of the bloggers I’ve come across in foodland wrote a post inquiring about what readers like or don’t like in a blog. Although I always enjoy this particular person’s posts because she’s extremely smart, very opinionated, and an excellent writer, they’re unusual in that they aren’t always about recipes and food porn…