And another hangover. Not a surprise, but never something to look forward to.
I’m using my wife’s laptop computer at the moment. The archaic Dell that I usually use was getting fixed but never quite did. We were able to rescue all the data from it, but it’s barely functional otherwise. Oh well.
Thank goodness all the [...]
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Another Saturday Morning
Posted in Amy, tagged Amy, birthdays on August 30, 2008 | No Comments »
As I was saying previously, we gave the bunnies away. They were cute, they were sweet, but they were high-maintenance. If you want to read about their arrival in our lives, I’ve back-posted those letters here and here. Amy tells me that it’s a heart-warming story, and she recommends you read it.
Bear in mind that [...]
Yep, life is a big barrel o’ crap right now.
As I type this, my wife Amy is in Prescott, Arizona. She’s trapped in a house with her mother, Penny, and her mother’s significant other, Roger, with no escape until her flight home on Thursday. I, on the other hand, am trapped in our home with three birds, [...]
Unproductivity
Posted in Amy, blogging, tagged Amy, blogging on May 17, 2008 | No Comments »
Sorry, haven’t blogged anything in a while. Part of it is that when I’ve had free time, I just haven’t been up to any serious effort to write anything. Part of it is that I haven’t had much free time. My wife Amy is going to be leaving town for about ten days, and it’s [...]
Dispatches From The Front Yard – Day 613
Posted in Amy, Destin, Dispatches, pets, tagged Amy, bunnies, Destin, Dispatches, pets on September 16, 2007 | 1 Comment »
So we found ourselves the proud new owners of two rabbits. Well, more chagrined than proud, but you get the point. Amy immediately started researching rabbit care on the internet, and I immediately started playing video games. She fairly quickly figured out that our new pets were miniature lop-eared rabbits, found a couple of [...]
Dispatches From The Front Yard – Day 598
Posted in Amy, Destin, Dispatches, pets, tagged Amy, bunnies, Destin, Dispatches, pets on September 1, 2007 | 1 Comment »
“Honey, what’s that under your car?”
In the last couple of years, I’ve gotten interested in the notion of the dramatic climax and how it’s become misunderstood in popular culture. If I recall correctly from 8th grade English class, the dramatic climax is that tipping point where the action is irrevocably committed to a [...]
Anguiano Held Hostage: Day 65
Posted in Amy, Held Hostage, Lafayette, pets, tagged fish, Futurama, Held Hostage, Lafayette, Lavender Tom, parents, pets, plants on October 12, 2003 | No Comments »
It’s been a gray and overcast week. We’ve had a bit of rain but mostly it’s just been threatening. The sun’s been out today for the first time in several days, but mostly I’ve spent it inside. My daily routine consists primarily of trying to keep Amy on task with her thesis. Her classes [...]
Anguiano Held Hostage: Day 58
Posted in Amy, Greg, Lafayette, Rants, work, tagged adulthood, Amy, aphorisms, Lafayette, parents, Rants on October 5, 2003 | No Comments »
I must admit that I’ve been putting off writing another installment of this series, mostly because I’m a lazy bastard. Sorry about that. However, I am today motivated by that most overriding of factors: parents. In fact, they should arrive just an hour or two after this is written, bringing with them a truckload [...]
Anguiano Held Hostage: Day 49
Posted in Amy, Lafayette, Rants, coffee, tagged coffee, Community Coffee, Held Hostage, Lafayette, Mello Joy, Rants on September 26, 2003 | 1 Comment »
Hello to everybody! Miss me? Well, at least you could be kind enough to lie about it. Bastards.
The word today: coffee! I’ve got a cup already, thanks, but feel free to go pour some for yourself. I’ll wait ‘til you get back. Mine needs to cool a bit, anyway.
I’ve noticed that local [...]
Anguiano Held Hostage: Day 15
Posted in Amy, Held Hostage, Lafayette, pets, tagged Amy, biology, birds, fish, Held Hostage, Lafayette, pets, Shemp on August 23, 2003 | No Comments »
Yep, in this town, you gotta hit the ground napping. The house has been a bustling hive of rearranging, dithering, semi-unpacking, and generally non-productive motion that nevertheless provides a comfortably pleasant buzz of nearly useful activity.
“But,” you might say, barging in discourteously and interrupting me in the midst of writing my letter [...]
