Last night, my lady went to dinner with some old friends. I was rocking it solo. I met a friend for dinner and we decided to go get coffee somewhere else upon finishing our dinner. He and I were in separate cars and I had parked around the corner. So […]
This year, with the war and whatnot, the Oscars were, well, subdued. Except for the actors. They all seemed a bit jumpy and skittish and stoned / baked / drunk / oops – I – forgot – my – Valium / I – mis-timed – my – Botox – treatment. […]
There are a lot of questions being asked today. A lot. It’s a busy day. Of all the questions of war, economy, the future of U.S. diplomacy (or the lack of same) the one that perplexes me most as a future homeowner is on the butler issue. Human, Robot or […]
Today Blurbomat is two. I’m a little preoccupied with the job and the home buying to get all mushy. Still. Damn. Two years. Whoa.
Heather and I have been looking at houses. We’ve got a realtor. He drives a Lexus. It has a leather interior. The thing is, and this sounds horrifyingly yuppy, but our realtor lives in the neighborhood we want to live in. He is _the_ realtor for the hood. He only […]
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Reasons why I shouldn’t be allowed near a computer and a NetFlix account while under the influence: Numero Uno We (me and the hero) share the same last name! Totally! Before TV ruined him. Only for the bored. When that dog runs up to Meg Ryan at the end, I […]