Showtime gets rid of another quirky-dreary show; you patriots watched the Olympics; Peter Jackson’s precious to have triplets; a space janitor to become a doctor; Boys have angst and should have their own HBO show full of nepotism and naked whimsy too. Continue reading
I found out last Monday that Bob got locked up Sunday. Continue reading
Pat Buchanan: Further Off The Deep End, Moving Goalposts, The Mittstorm Cometh IX: I(srael)nsurrection, Black and Jew, Scalia: Rocket Launchers For Everyone, and The Koch Sucking Stops Here. Continue reading
Lala’s admission that she must wear ‘massage panties’ inspired me to make an appointment for one for myself later today. Six hours of weeding yesterday made my back one big knot. It also got me thinking about all the various spa services I’ve heard mentioned at Crass over the year(s). Vagazzling, mani/pedis, reflexology, facials, massage, waxing and body scrubs are many of the services Crassers seem to enjoy. Continue reading
A therapist friend recently asked me for advice. (No this isn’t the opening remark at the American Psychiatric Association convention.) She was feeling remiss about starting, and not keeping up with, a blog. What with her practice and her actual life, her energies didn’t seem to be directed into blogging. I actively listened (until she took a long breath, I’m only human after all) and asked her “why do you want a blog?” “I guess I don’t, I just thought I should” she replied. I assured her that no one is watching. Continue reading
So I guess owning his own meth factory isn’t as easy as Walt had anticipated, huh? Let’s talk about last night’s episode and read what the rest of the Internet had to say.
Spoilers after the jump. Continue reading
“Drood”, or “The Mystery of Edwin Drood”, is an odd collaboration between Charles Dickens and Rupert Holmes. Most of you know Charles Dickens from that movie that show every year around Christmas, Continue reading
Shuttlecocks, bows and arrows, ribbons, bouncing balls, ball slapping, paddling, punching, stabbing, tossing, spiking, serving, diving, and some Puerto Rican judo. Also, don’t drop the soap your medal in the shower. Apparently, it will break. Continue reading
Preface: In the 1860s, a leper colony was set up on a spit of land on the north side of the Hawaiian island of Molokai. Though the settlement has officially closed, about a dozen former patients still live there.
I wake up an hour before sunrise. This is quite an unusual wake-up time for someone on vacation. But I booked a mule ride down to the Molokai leper colony. And the mules leave early.
I grab a double espresso in Kaunakakai, the largest town on this island of 7,400 residents. I head out to the stables; and it’s still dark outside. Of course, the paniolo (Hawaiian cowboy) behind the counter tells me he does not see my name on the reservation roster. All the mules have been spoken for. I’m SOL. Continue reading
Today’s photo is a shot taken from the balcony of our lovely Canadian weather system TS. Continue reading