November 20th, 2014
A few of the many things that made me happy this week:
- Vanya’s school had a Thanksgiving thing where we all go eat with the class. V served himself a typical little kid lunch: chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and a roll. While he was eating, the mom who brought the potatoes stopped and asked him how he liked them.
“Terrible! he replied.”
“Well, they were made with love,” she said.
That was a little embarrassing, but funny all the same.
- Buffalo Bills player Sammy Watkins (formerly of Clemson) experienced his very first snow, with a monster storm up there in upstate New York. His twitter feed has been like readking the reaction of a little kid. It almost makes me think that it would be fun to be up there. Check out this video.
- I tweeted this earlier today, so sorry if it’s a repeat: Barbie: I Can Be a Computer Scientist. Even if you’re already cringing, it’s worse than you think.
October 30th, 2014
Tigers beat a conference team in a game that many expected them to lose. Saints win an important game that many expected them to lose. On Saturday, I had drinks with good friends and laughed my ass off all night.
On Sunday, we had a beautiful, beautiful sail along the South Shore of Lake Pontchartrain, with fly-by’s from vintage World War II bombers and fighters. Of all days to not bring my good camera. This is the best I could do with my iphone, and I only got shots of one of the planes that continued to fly overhead.
September 22nd, 2014
A few weeks ago, I was about to head out the back door to put a couple of pork shoulders on the barbecue. Just as I was on my way out, Paul showed up and grabbed the door. I was home by myself, so I welcomed the excuse to ditch the kitchen cleanup and to sit out, smell the meat, and run our mouths.
First, I had to get the fire lit. I put the meat down and poured the charcoal. Then, I thought that I needed a water pan under the meat. The left side of the grill is an upright cold smoker, with a cabinet door that opens like a refrigerator. I popped it open, and as I was turning a way, a small rat poked his head out, like “Hello!”
September 19th, 2014
There’s no one of my age — at least no one whose family hails from the rural South — who hasn’t heard, “When I was bad, Daddy made me go outside and pick my own switch.”
I always dismissed this as old person hyperbole. In my mind it belongs with, “I walked fourteen miles to school barefoot every day, and it was uphill in both directions.”
I’m not really all that surprised to find out this week that there are terrible parents who break off a switch and beat their kids with it. A four year old? What the fuck?
September 17th, 2014
Lost in the big Apple announcement this week is the fact that they’ve dropped the iPod Classic from their product list.
I don’t see anyone else still carrying these around, but mine is indispensable, and I spent the better part of a day distraught that I’m one hard drive failure from not having one any more.
I know: join the 2010s and stream that shit. Here’s the rub: I’m out and about most of the time. The bill for the bandwidth I use with my cell company would make you choke on your own spit. I don’t need to add several gigabytes every month for something I already have now.
September 4th, 2014
Guess how many hours I’ve spent tracking down and looking at the trove of celeb naked pictures this week?
September 3rd, 2014
This is the completion of our vacation story, which I first started way back when. If you’ve forgotten all of that, go give it a quick look. I’ll meet you back here.
Wednesday, June 18 – Thursday, June 19
When we last checked in with our intrepid voyagers on Velvet Elvis, they were at a nice little anchorage at about the spot where the civilized Florida coast dissappears for good. We left there between 5:00 and 6:00, knowing that our first all day-all night-all day sail was ahead of us.
August 19th, 2014
I was getting ready for work this morning, and I substituted a long sleeved button down shirt for my usual short sleeved short.
Vanya spoke up. “Hey, you sure are handsome today. You don’t need to look that handsome.”
It’s just a cross I’ve learned to bear.