It’s the end of November: The air is warm and electric with the slightest hint of humidity, the wind roars around you and then behind you and then through your hair, and leaves — two weeks ago saturated with yellows and reds — are now rigid and brittle. They skitter across the street like rats running from invisible predators. Late November, to me, is the eeriest time of the year. Even the time around Halloween…
So I just realized, thanks to a tip from Tamara, that Nocturnal Admissions looks like ass in IE. Most things do, but I don’t want my stuff to. I design blogs using Firefox, and if I get real ambitious, I check them out in Safari too. But rare is the day when I even open IE, so I had no idea this whole time that blogs I’ve been designing have looked like crapola on a…
• Cure cancer or the common cold• Laundry• Put up the Christmas tree• Drink 64 ounces of water• Contract an STD• Park in my own parking lot• Poison a Russian spy• Buy toilet paper• Get rid of the headache I’ve had for three days• Shop• Make the bed• Get any mail• Volunteer for military service• Berate my car for sucking most of the time
Gonzo gives thanks for naps. THANKSGIVING ™ was interesting this year. Fairly uneventful, for the most part. Our clan nearly burned the kitchen down when the rolls caught fire (dang spilled turkey grease!) in the oven and I sat there like a useless lump, staring at the stove, wondering how the hell we were supposed to put out a grease fire in the oven. My mom leapt for the fire extinguisher but my dad put…
• I will not be one of the hundred billion enthusiastic holiday shoppers busting doors Friday morning. • There will most likely be leftover food at work Friday. Mmm, cheese cubes. • I get to go home to celebrate Thanksgiving. • I got my glasses’ lens prescription updated just in time, since I’m on my last pair of contacts for the year. • My mom and my grandmother and my aunt can cook, cuz I…
I opened the dryer and guess what tumbled out along with a sock and a pair of ratty underwear? Seven dollars, that’s what. Suddenly that $10.74 in my checking account doesn’t make the day seem so bleak.
Last night I saw a shooting star. Made a very selfish wish. Found out today there was a meteor shower last night. Realized I should have made a different very selfish wish — one for a new car that starts when I ask it to. A new car that won’t sit for twenty minutes, security light blinking, at the 10-Minute Oil Change place, after not starting not once but twice, while I have to explain…
Well, I guess it’s technically lurking, but I sure feel like a troll. I generally try to steer clear of MySpace. I have a page, of course (because I am a tool, a TOOOOOL), but I usually only log in if I get an e-mail notification that I’ve gotten a private message. Which is rare. But every now and again I have too much to drink and I make the mistake of clicking on a…
Two weeks ago Gonzo wasn’t doing too well. He was lethargic and his poop was tarry (a sure sign of the slide downhill for little 2-pound cancer patients), plus he was starting to look really, really bad. He’s lost nearly all the hair on his tail, and so much on his torso that you can see his skin and bones. He also has a bald patch on his head. We feared that our time with…
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