I wrote this bit in 2004 and every year on the day after Thanksgiving when I get stuck on my road for a while I remember and repost it. It’s become kind of a holiday tradition.
When there’s nothing else to write about, write about the weather.
And this book really sucks. No wonder corporate america is in trouble.
If I don’t post anything here for a really long time (er, longer than usual, er, never mind) send help.
The story of an evil monster of a plant we can’t seem to control. But ooh! such pretty flowers.
It was a perfect day, I was on the perfect road and I had the perfect car. I was doomed.
I used to know a man in town who owned a cherry orchard.
Two little snippets I wrote out in longhand. All this really happened.
I got in an obsessive conversation with some friends about Marshmallow Peeps, that confection that only seems to appear around Eastertime. Around that same time, a recipe for making homemade peeps appeared in the magazine Martha Stewart Living. This is a very Martha thing — waste a lot of time and energy doing something homemade that you can buy in the store for less than a buck. But I am insane, so I tried it.
Some people have jewelry or photographs for family heirlooms. I have a trunk.
We fixed the barn, then it rained, and I wrote about it. I’ve been doing a lot of this sort of meaningless painting with words recently.
Indulge me with a little arty stuff.
I’m told this story is “squicky.” It was pretty “squicky” living through it, too.
And you thought robins were nice quiet birds that just flit about on the lawn.
More art. I’m getting maudlin in my old age.
So I grew up in the city, OK? I am culturally deprived of farm experiences.
I had a run-in with stinky cheese, a giant drill bit, the local fire department, a tow truck, and my car insurance company, in that order.
I went out to watch the Leonid meteor showers back in November. They were kinda cool.
A couple of years ago Eric and I moved up into the mountains south of Silicon Valley. Someone on the net asked us how we were doing. I wrote this bit in response.
When Mozilla, Netscape’s open-source browser, was first released, Salon asked me to do a “review” of the source code.
Remember that “wear sunscreen” thing that went around a few years back? I wrote this BEFORE THEN. Really.
Adventures getting injured on motorcycles in the dirt.
My proudest moment: I had a comic strip in the New York Times. This is no mean feat, given that the New York Times doesn’t run comics. I only did the writing; Sue Truesdell did the art.
I signed books at Comdex in Las Vegas in 1996. Gawd, it was awful.
Treadmills are dangerous. I’m warning you.
I was in Boston in 1995 for the W3C’s World Wide Web Conference. While I was there I ruminated on the weather and on crossing the street.
I don’t think my warranty covers this.
Well, that title just about sums it up.
Or it could just have been the Angel of Fashion, telling me that I wear too much black clothing. I don’t really know.
When read in conjunction with the sewer story, below, you may wonder just what insult I gave to the god of plumbing in a previous life. I get about two emails a month from folks who tell me they googled drain unclogging solutions and found this page AND IT WORKED.
Laura and Jamie have sushi. Was it the temptation or the competition that got them into trouble? You be the judge.
I went Christmas caroling and nearly didn’t come back.
Yes, that says .9. I wrote this way back in 1994 when .9 was released. Later I found out that the <hype> tag was actually added to Netscape as a joke (although it doesn’t appear to work any more, alas).
If after reading all the bits in this section it seems like I was picking on Netscape, well, that’s because I was. It was a minor hobby at the time. Now they’re owned by AOL and there’s just no fun in that.
An adventure that began with a stopped up toilet…
Laura changes the oil in her car. Yes, its more interesting than it sounds.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was a goth, and I hung out on the newsgroup alt.gothic. One of the ongoing irritations on that group was the perennial question, “is X gothic.” A friend of mine asked, “Are startups gothic,” and this was my reply. I wrote it just before I quit my job and ran screaming from the misery and pain it was causing me.
This piece also explains why there is nothing here for 1993.
Probably won’t make much sense to you if you aren’t into bikes. I had a really poorly tuned 1975 Honda that inspired this bit of nonsense.
Strange things happen at the eye doctors.
I was momentarily addicted to a Sega Game Gear.
Fun with OLD Macintoshes, that is. You’ll have to picture an eighties-era MacPlus in order to understand this.
Who doesn’t like a good cat story? Especially one that involves torture?
Several moves ago, I had a small run-in with the local cable company.
Most people who do something this stupid wouldn’t admit it in public. I write about it for the amusement of everyone who visits my web site.