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Category Archives: Diaryland

On a mission from Gahd

So, I was just in Chicago for exactly 29 hours. It was fun way to spend two vacation days, in the way that sitting in a conference room talking about technology articles is fun. But there were cookies. And no Starbucks. At one point, an editor walked in with a cup bearing the telltale green […]

CYA

Garg, I planned to write the second half of the San Francisco entry, but then my computer rebooted itself with a half-written entry sitting there in Word so here’s the short version: Wake up, books, cute smart boy, nap, cute smart Pie, cute smart Fu, sing songs, get bitten, Saved by the Bell, surreal pantscakes, […]

Tales of the City Part 1

To the people of London: Stay strong. Be safe. I land in the San Francisco International Airport and feel very alone. Esteban is in the outskirts of London, Ontario and has no cell service (but, oddly enough, wireless internet) and unlike previous trips, I do not expect anyone to pick me up from the airport. […]

Doom, doom, doom.

Dooooooom. Doom! Oh, Doom. And have I mentioned doom? That’s right. DOOM. Here I am, sitting in Sweetabix’s hotel room, seconds away from death. DOOM. I ate a Jello Fruit Snack! So I can die happy. But then there’s that death part, and death is not so happy. Doom. We are waiting for a Kelly […]

Fingers of flame

This is a hastily written entry because if I don’t write something hastily, it’s not going to get posted at all. Short attention span theatre, Weetabix style. So, in the past week, I: ‘ Got into a minor collision in a grocery store parking lot. Someone backed into the side of my M. And in […]

jour de naissance

Wake up early. Make yourself toast. Be a chef. Eat a cold hotdog out of the package. Unwrap a cheese single and fold it into four squares, breaking them into raggedy-edged bite size pieces. Think about putting Cool Whip on the pieces. Pad around the green kitchen linoleum with bare feet. Burn the toast. Use […]

Retraction

Yeah, so that last entry wasn’t me. Someone knows me a little too well, it seems, mimicking my writing style with eerie verisimilitude. He even did the little tie up line at the end. Bravo, maestro, bravo. The background: Chauffi called last night and threatened to update my site for me if I didn’t update […]

Bix in the Big House

While I wish instead that the past week I’d been captured by the (fucking) laundry and held ransom for Tide Cold Water and a new Maytag, it’s really just been a trying time that I hope to laugh about later. Barb at work drives me insane. Barb and I do not get along. There is […]

Desiccate

This week I managed to dig around in the yard a bit, plant two clematis plants, had a strange bit of musical chairs with trellises (the first one was way too short and the clematis topped it in three days, then the trellis assortment at three different stores was either vomity or too twee. I […]

Fashion Weak

I’m having a weird shopping crisis. Yes, yes, I know that I just went shopping two weeks ago and got shoes and a tapas shirt and a weird turquoise tank from Torrid that was surprising because I was pretty sure turquoise got convicted of grievous crimes against humanity back in the 80’s and was deported […]

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