Hbomberguy had a good wrap-up/overview/public mourning for S3 recently.

We used to have a death spider that lived in the front door of the old, run-down multi-family rental we were in, and mostly hung out on the window looking horrifying. For being a New England spider that thing was huge. I’m not entirely sure exactly where it lived in the door because I didn’t want to piss it off by…

Funny, I feel pretty much the same way about Martha’s Vineyard. I know I should go one of these days, but it seems like so much time and effort and planning and expense.

I remember getting drunk with friends during a lazy Cape Cod vacation and playing the first Alto game for a couple of hours while everyone was hanging out. Wish I could have another one of those vacations about now.

The first thing I did yesterday was dump breakfast directly into my keyboard, so given that I didn’t repeat that step this morning -and miraculously, after a good cleaning, the keyboard decided to keep working - today is a definite improvement.

Yeah I’ve got a heavy set and a light set of those and they’re fantastic. Like you said, easy to store, useful size, relatively inexpensive, works great.

Jeni’s rules.

Wow, that looks magnificent.

Oh no!  That bad?!

Well, the idea was to keep knocking down games on the PS4 in order of how much memory they take up, so it was supposed to be pushing through the Borderlands Pre-Sequel so I can delete that double-pack.

Kolaches are a revelation. Used to get them for breakfast in Austin. If I could open any kind of restaurant it would be for kolaches.

I did an overnight in Lincoln, Nebraska on the way to Colorado once. It seemed like a nice town surrounded by a whole lot of flat. Which is the general fate of nice places in the Midwest.

New color! 

I was just chatting with friends yesterday about our favorite spatulas, because we’re the kind of weirdos that do that. One of them just upgraded her wok and is now searching for that perfect accompaniment.

I realized recently that I just kind of live life about 25% too much. I have 25% too many books, too many posters, too many projects, interests, etc.

One of my favorite food history books is ‘Mastering the Art of Soviet Cooking’ and it was looking through a few of the early-stage recipes in that book, studying the pre-Soviet Tsar feasts, that made me realize how much those recipes, “Pink Salad” and my grandmother’s own variation, were copies-of-a-copy of what the…

ordering lox on a cinnamon raisin bagel.

I don’t remember life before the internet being all that amazing. Certainly not more intelligent. The misinformation had to work harder to spread, maybe, but so did any voices that weren’t already mainstream approved.

Goodnight, sweet anus. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.