Freudian slippage

The partially wind-blown sign over the Steak 'n' Shake at 71st and Binford reads, "IDS EAT FREE." Which is great, because my Id is really frakkin' hungry.

My Superego, however, reminds me that I'm going to pay for it one way or another.

Playing house

Our new house has taken shape almost completely, and with the addition of some ( Read more... )

At this point? Counseling.

I'm sure that "Intel, Sponsors of Tomorrow" would like me to say that I would splurge on a new computer with a quad-core processor. I need one, actually, but I'll probably get a mobo with an AMD chip and build it myself.

As I was busy moving boxes into the new house the other day, the neighbors were playing their stereo in the backyard next door. One of the songs that came up in the playlist was John Mayer's "Waiting on the World to Change." Setting aside the grammatical quibble about "waiting on" vs. :"waiting for" -- rock 'n' roll gets a pass on grammar -- I  ( Read more... )

Download of random facts/items, in no particular order, besides their general relationship to the change of seasons that's upon us:

Watch for falling seasons

Autumn is approaching, my favorite season by far. You can tell by the cooler mornings and the boldness of the blue in the sky. I'm even seeing some leaves ona  few trees starting to show hints ( Read more... )

"Duck!"

I just read a blog entry from my friend lumpyhead about being a godparent to a friend's child. It's a sweet and wonderful show of trust in your friends to give them such a role of responsibility in a child's upbringing. I'm sure that she and her husband
( Read more... )

For some reason, I keep listening to Monica when she admonishes me not to cut my hair. Between that and a general lack of talent for life-maintenance stuff on my part, I have let my hair grow for the better part of three months now, I think. It's hard to be sure.

The result is a large mass of thick, curly, dark hair atop my head, which does not ( Read more... )

Jane's cell phone plays an annoyingly cheerful ring tone that has two distinct properties:

(1) It is clearly audible to me no matter where in the house I happen to be, but she can never, ever hear it.

(2) Its tune strongly resembles the main guitar/bass riff of the Shocking Blue (later, Bananarama) song "Venus."

So it tends to ring for a long time, ( Read more... )

Jane, i.e. my boss Dick's wife and our erstwhile colleague, is now basically a full-time professional community activist/neighborhood organizer/busybody with half a dozen active projects in this corner of Indianapolis. One of these is a fairly successful farmers' market. We're constantly fielding calls for her for the market, one of which I took ( Read more... )

All right, a few days after mercilessly bashing the Star's lousy prose, here I am linking to something on their Web site. The online edition features a photo gallery of someone's home every week -- usually they feature something fairly boring, like a McMansion with Crate & Barrel decor. This time, they're featuring a house pretty close to where we ( Read more... )