So, against the combined advice of YOU, I am having my Sony laptop repaired. Till then, no Second Life. And this happens just when nothing much is going on, so no great loss (especially since I have sold the bulk of my real estate there, leaving only one plot of land for official business). It's a little sad, this end-of-era housecleaning, but it ( Read more... )

So, we are getting the floors refinished next month, meaning we will be living down in the inlaw with a kitchenette that has no stove or fridge and an iffy toilet. No shower. Ha ha ha. *weep ( Read more... )

So, I don't know about you, but I am having THOUGHTS about Susan Graham, that big ol' Texan gal. Perhaps it's just jealousy. I'd gladly kiss Renée Fleming if my wife let me. Mrs. Skwashy most likely would think it was funny since she is not the jealous type (thank goodness). But she is still in Europe which is probably the reason I'm having those ( Read more... )

I am locked out of my working screens. *Whine ( Read more... )

He has a boinging stomach and is eating grass instead of his delicious kibble (which he is ambivalent about at the best of times anyway). Really he is a tender little man. And deaf too! The little oldster ( Read more... )

So, the Stinky Terrierist, bursting with pride at his hunting success, has been looking and looking for the squirrel he killed. He carried it all the way home (prancing merrily the whole way says Mrs. Skwashy) and occasionally tripping over whichever part of this blood-dribbling behemoth was dragging on the ground. He was exhausted once he got it ( Read more... )

I keep meaning to post photos of gothchick-marie's visit but have been too busy (oh, all right. Lazy. There. Are you happy now, you prissy little sticklers for accuracy?). And there are some very juicy horoscopes I saved to show you--more drama! With salt and onion, as Mrs. Parker put it ( Read more... )

I have decided that Stephen King uses the Disney animated story template as the basis for his books. It just came to me, like (snaps fingers) that. Have any of you noticed this ( Read more... )

The Stinky Terrierist only fetches one toy, the "Roadkill", a shabby hairy-looking squirrel with two loud squeakers in it. Mrs. Skwashy tosses this toy across the room and the Terrierist scampers, all slidey, across the wood floor and brings it back to the living room rug where he bites the squeakers happily, killing the toy over and over again. At ( Read more... )

So, I have been asked to design a garden for some friends. These friends are MUCH better gardeners than I am (almost any gardener is better than I am) but they have 3 BIG dogs and a tiny yard. The dogs spend a lot of time in the yard. The dogs dig. The dogs use the yard for, well, hygienic purposes. What shall I do? I agreed to help and took a ( Read more... )