Earache makes sick Shan a sad Shan. Go away, plague of never-endingness, now with achey tinnitus. Go away ( Read more... )

Seriously. I can't watch it without grinning like a fool.

Click to view

(From this writing exercise comes this:I am from landwash, mountain valley, trailer park, and forest, from saddle leather, horse liniment, big yellow bags of No Name dog food, and from baling twine and Watchtower magazines ( Read more... )

I've been disquieted by one of the feel-good memes floating around on the social media sites lately. It is superficially adorable. It starts with a picture of a cute little girl hugging a dog. Then the flavour text goes on to say how the girl and the dog were inseparable until the dog died of old age. The little girl was devastated, so the ( Read more... )

My Dad fancies himself a good cook. Sometimes he does make good food. Other times, well, not so much ( Read more... )

Hectic. Hectic. Up and down.

So f00dave was away in California for a week, and I spent my time cleaning like whoa. My room has a bare floor and furniture uncluttered with leaning piles anymore! I even organized my bookshelf, which has been on my I'll-get-around-to-it-sometime list ever since I moved here several years ago ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

I do not own a cat. However, over my life, I've owned many (or been owned by them, from the cats' points of view): possibly over a hundred, even. Until my mid-teens, I could recite the names of all these felines, but now, I can only remember a few.

1. Jack: He was my very first cat, and ruled the house before I was born. I think he died when I ( Read more... )

Some day, I'd really like to have a Christmas tree. I didn't ever have one growing up, of course. About three years ago, snowy_kathryn had hers set up here, but that's the only time I ever had one. Unless you count the time I once decorated a houseplant with disposable pink razors. I may be no Martha Stewart, but I do get a kick out of decorating trees. ( Read more... )

(I wrote this back in 1996, I think.)

Note: This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.Once upon a time, there lived a woman nicknamed Cheri. She was young and beautiful, and lived all alone. One fateful day, a handsome young man showed up. His name was Wally, and he was a stereotypical "bad boy." He had devilish good ( Read more... )