Ahoy there, kids. I have kept up with reading even if I haven't kept up with commenting. Between my business on the bay and in the band and with the Boy, I have found little time or energy since the last time I complained about having little time or energy. Cheers to two months without posting anything of substance! Enjoy yet another purely ( Read more... )

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As I had not one, not two, but three tests assigned and a day of work on this holiest weekend of the year, I planned to take advantage of this morning's mildly low tide and take the Boy tidepooling in Trinidad.

We got off to a bit of a late start, and as Houda Point and Pewetole Island hadn't cut it in the crab department in recent months, I decided ( Read more... )

I think  yummykit may have suckered me into something vaguely meme-ish with this personalized, intelligent get-to-know-people post.

The rules:

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better!
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include ( Read more... )

Behold the Boy at seven months of age. We can't blame him for his crabbiness; he has the crab for his zodiac sign, and we've surrounded him with delightful decapods from day one.


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There, I beat everybody to the first stupid crab joke. Yes, I do love crabs, our splendid, scuttling crustacean cousins and no, I don't find double entendres involving crab lice clever or cute, not even if you spent all night coming up with them like the piss-drunk, feather-haired, fat-assed 49ers fan who wouldn't sit down that repeatedly bellowed ( Read more... )