I am in here.
So they are home, and moblogged even. The men are exhausted, need baths, and at least one of them has successfully grown a beard. Buck is not as pleased with his beard as he’d planned to be, seeing as a fair percentage of it is gray. He seems to have the notion that he ended … Continue reading The arrival
I sit and watch “The Martian Chronicles” on TV, which is Ray Bradbury’s most hated cinematic rendering of any of his works. The cats are lumped around me. Soon, this won’t be a quiet house any more – Peter and Buck come home today – in a few hours, as a matter of fact. I’m … Continue reading home again
I wish! ScrappleFace Oscar-sweeping director Peter Jackson this morning said he would team up with Pixar Studios, which last night won the Academy Award for Best Animated Feature Film, to produce a rollicking adventure tentatively titled “Finding Smeagol.”
Nope, none of that sissy stuff I had for my eighteenth birthday – none of those dusty old bottles of 1890 Rothschild port. Hell no. Drunken Noodles at the Bangkok Bistro, and a couple of splits of cheap champagne. Okay, maybe it was a mistake not to have the Rothschild port. Especially of that vintage. … Continue reading Birthday dinner
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