Today not being a workday, I got out for a pleasant ride at a reasonable hour — my old Four Parks ride, which takes in Monument Valley, Goose Gossage, Pulpit Rock and Palmer Park. I wasn’t in any hurry to get home and spent a fair amount of time dicking around on the singletrack in [...]
Michael Jackson seems to keep on being busily and profitably dead without my help, so I went back to work for VeloNews.com and did a few chores around the rancho between bouts of translating poorly from a French wire service while all our English-speakers fucked off somewhere, girding their loins for the Tour.
The garage now [...]
I suppose I should lay down some snark about Michael Jackson, who like many an entertainer before him danced down that yellow-brick road only to discover that the Emerald City was an MGM sound stage in Culver City, California, a far cry indeed from the Merry Old Land of Oz.
Unlike the rest of the universe, [...]
Man, it seems as though every time I turn around, somebody is chiseling away at something around here — soiled tile, spoiled carpet, damp drywall, violated vinyl.
Right now it’s the refrigerator, which has an unspecified “defrost problem.” * Earlier today it was my left cheek, which lost a chunk of what Herself’s dermatologist described as [...]
Y’think Billy Crystal might be God? ‘Cause I can just see Him up there, waiting for the Basement Bozos to finish cleaning up after the Shit Monsoon — which they finally did today, just shy of five months from the actual incident — so He can pitch a change-up at us, just for laughs.
“What, they [...]
It’s hot. It’s humid. What’s a cat to do? Take a nap in a kitchen window, of course. You miss one, you’re always one behind, y’know. And there’s nothing like a long night of sleep to wear a cat out.
Alas, this picture of serenity is merely the prelude to the incessant prowling and yowling, “I [...]
Herself has returned from an extended visit to the mysterious East (the DeeCee-Maryland clusterplex) and so things are back to what passes for normal around the DogHaus. Rise and shine way too early, prepare breakfast, commit a little journalism, send her off to work. Someone in this family has to earn an honest dollar, and [...]
Again with the rain. ‘Tis a fine soft day so, as my people across the water might say. This filthy weather (and the English) is why the smart Micks risked the long coffin-ship trip to America. How much worse could it be? they thought. At least they got a chance to dry out a bit [...]
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