On: The Motorcycle

I know it’s kinda wussy to admit, but I’m afraid of motorcycles. It’s unfortunate that admitting that makes me feel wussy—after all it seems very reasonable to me to be hesitant around any machine that can propel you over 100+mph down a piece of...

Thou Shalt Bruise His Heel

I took a bit of a tumble this weekend—no one’s fault but my own and the apex of a series of poor choices. It’s about the most Biblical injury I can imagine (actually that’s not true—I can imagine others but they involve thorns and nails and...

To Hunt a Naked Woman, or, How Ever Did You Find Me?

This blog is not a very popular corner of the internet. I have a steady readership of about four (4), and I’m just fine with that. Not all of us can—or want—to be The Pioneer Woman. Most people come to this site because they know me, but occasionally folks...

Only In Seattle

Every city has its stereotypes—New Yorkers are gruff; folks in Savannah are hospitable; Los Angelenos are photoshopped to perfection; people from Phoenix are gun-toting racist ass-clowns; etc. We here in Seattle have our types—it’s a big enough city with...

I Have Seen the Future

Earlier today, Thursday, August 25, 2011, I was at the drugstore when I came across the following sign. In truth I am unsure why of all people the drugstore folks have access to this information—it seems to me the sort of knowledge better reserved for religious or...

We Need To Talk…

Earlier today I was thinking back on a time when a lady friend said to me one of the worst things you can tell another person in a relationship: “We need to talk.” When my partner says, We need to talk…, I know it’s going to be bad. I hear We...