Here I sit all brokenhearted, tried to work but only, um, got locked out because the *@!**! customer decided to sleeep in. At least it’s a padded hallway.
Every day, millions of lights across this country are needlessly left on, the result of CCFR. Every day, millions of watts of energy are wasted. Every day, dishes are left scattered across the table and counter, muddy footprints are tracked through houses, and family pets go without water. All the [...]
Sears is an interesting company. They delivered a brand new dryer on Friday, complete with rusted gouges on the body. Most companies would send undamaged merchandise, or offer to repair the damage. Sears, bold pioneers that they are, have chosen instead to offer to send me a bottle of touch-up [...]
It’s said to be a metaphor for how you see the world how is your life?- full of joy? or is it full of sorrow? A simple glass, half full or half empty determines who you are. If you treat it as a simile your life (or are we talking [...]
My conversion to the Dark Side is complete. I watched my wife go over and scoffed at her, how easily-led she was, how willing to lock herself in to a predetermined path. Then came Vally, showing me the power and ease of using the dark side. I liked my freedom, [...]
I went to sleep last night with the warmth of August and awoke to a cold house and a day of bright skies and bitter winds. That, and the piles of freshly-fallen redwood leaves tells me that summer left with Vally and fall is upon us. Goodbye, summer. Goodbye, Vally. [...]
the wedding party’s gone and all that remains is an arch, a tent and a billion tiny grains of sandy beach and footprints fading in the wind the wedding’s over let’s hope the pre-nup is signed two more fools entwined
Today’s invasive terror brought to you by the colour yellow.
Saturday is my day for quiet reflection and self-aggrandizing pomposity. Saturday is the day I ask the Big Questions. Why am I here?* Have I led a good life?** Where the hell did I leave my book? Seriously, where is my book? I have been desperate for something to read [...]
This is but one of several heads mounted along the walls of my grandfather’s house. They used to scare the hell out of me when I was younger. It did not help that my grandfather would tell a story of how the house was built by a father and son [...]
Poor Aaron has a love/hate relationship with sheep: He loves the way they taste, but hates the way they always want to trample him into dust. So with that in mind, here is his exciting 2006 Mutton Bustin’ ride. All 5 seconds or so of it.
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