Puking people
In the past seven days, I have seen two people throw up in public. The first time, I was leaving my house. A crew of high school cross country runners were out for a...
Monthly Archive: June 2008
Sleeping in Las Vegas
I have never really cottoned to that whole Theory of Relativity thing. Einstein was a weird cat and I think probably a closet prankster. Nobody wears his hair like that unless he is up...
Fat in Las Vegas
Somewhere along the line, I got fat. Hard to say exactly what happened. Normally I can count on my sedentary lifestyle to not otherwise affect my shape. Ever since I gave up sugary sodas...
A father’s love
What kind of father am I? With just a couple of days before I leave for a three-weak run in Vegas, I should be teaching my son how to build a house, or at...
While I’m packing
Packing for a three-week trip to Las Vegas is an extended process. Make no mistake, the actual act of putting clothes and equipment in a big only takes an hour or so. I’m experienced...
I drink your milkshake
“Holy, hell, I know I’m tired, but that looks like my stomach.” I was laying on my side with a straw in my mouth and sucking on the worst shake I’ve had in my...
Finding the bridge
I woke to my boy’s face smiling proudly. He held a box as big as his head. Inside was a new, fancy Garmin GPS system. Breakfast was ready and the only thing standing between...
RIP Tim Russert
I’d like to think journalism won’t die with him, but Tim Russert was capital “J” journalism’s face and voice. I still believe in journalism, but it will be a lot harder without Russert at...
Honey, Google stopped by
So, yesterday, I spent a couple of hours tooling around with the Windows Live Writer program and its map function. This morning, I woke up to read Random Connections and discovered my little burg...
Where we experiment with Windows Live Writer
The thing about not having been a Steve Jobs disciple is that…well, it’s hard to be a cool kid in John Hodgman’s world. He’s the only one who is allowed to be cool. Still,...
iTunes overhaul overview
I’ve been lazy. I’m not a stupid person (all of the time, anyway), but it took me several months to figure out the best way to move all of my iTunes files from my...
Phish reunion? Gimme Hoots. And Hellmouth.
My friends are nearly apopleptic. In a good way. The internet rumor mill (and, no doubt, a solid bit of guerrilla marketing) is churning out near-daily stories about the possible reunion of this generation’s...
Living in not-so-High Cotton
Special to local readers who will acctually give a damn I usually listen to people I respect, especially when it comes to food. This time I didn’t. Because I’m an idiot. My wife and...
Twelve years in love, eight years official
You should have seen her. She wore denim overall shorts and a shirt that rose up over her hips. Everything about her turned me into a 13-year-old boy. The bare section of her midriff...