Author Archives: didofoot
Okay, okay…
I will add comments. But as soon as I get a life that doesn’t involve staring at a screen 35 hours a week, they are coming down. * * * * * The map above my desk displays the Barbarian Migrations circa 300 A.D. The barbarians were divided into Goths, Vandals and Franks, all of … Continue reading
Little feet make my womb go squish…
Welcome my little olives and peanuts! Welcome to the new, improved Carthage. Let us take a moment to be very, very grateful to The Lad for delivering us from the horror and inanity which is MS Word’s HTML template. Speaking of inanity, isn’t it time I updated? This holiday weekend was spent currying favor with … Continue reading
I miss Maggie.
Last night I dreamt about the pool my babysitter used to take us to in the summers. One summer we – all twelve kids – discovered a very welcome surprise there: a little girl from another (rival) babysitter who actually wanted to hang out with us. In other words, a torture victim. We spent what … Continue reading
I miss i-s-s-i-p-p-i.
Welcome to July! I’ll be your blogger today, unless you get bored halfway through and click on one of my fabulous links. Our specials for today include hundred degree weather for those of you sitting in the East Bay, and for those of you seated abroad we have a fantastic California Nostalgia plate that’s sure … Continue reading
I miss thang.
Well, in view of Allen’s enormously long (but also enormously rewarding) description of his journey to date, writing this blog about my small, baseball-playing, smoothie-drinking life seems suddenly less satisfying. Even Jacob, busily slicing mouse brains in his mad laboratory, is doing something useful. (Who would slice the mouse brains if not for him? Would … Continue reading
I miss The Lad.
Baseball is the healthiest thing I do. There’s nothing like running around in the evening air, swinging a bat, pantsing Dustin and playing Ninja Cartwheels with Michele. It’s an all-American sport. After several rounds of tandem cartwheels, Michele and I decided that next week we will bring a tape deck and my old Debbie Gibson … Continue reading
I miss Allen.
The first candidate for my job is being interviewed even as I sit here manically typing. What a strange situation. I really feel I should be involved in the interviewing process. Oh, and instead of an “interview,” we should have an arm wrestling contest. Oh, and instead of me having to arm wrestle, I should … Continue reading
THWACK! Planet thumpin’.
Well I called off my listless pursuit of that fellow most of you met at my party. It’s a shame and I feel bad, but he was this good looking, smart, funny, kind, interesting person and the whole time I was overwhelmed with suspicion. What’s he doing hanging around me then, I wondered, if he’s … Continue reading
Remember the Noid.
I’m starting to notice a trend among my people — this is you guys, so pay attention — of abandoning the traditional mate-hunting methods of dating everything in sight. There seems to be a new method emerging, which (as near as I can see, squinting through my binoculars from here in the bushes) consists of … Continue reading
Je mange ce que je tue. Or is it tues? Shit�
Sometimes I page through an entire book looking for the word “magician.” You hardly ever find this word in a magazine but it’s mentioned in novels more than you might think; in a newspaper tolerably often; infrequently in cookbooks. It is often surrounded by a disappointing sentence. In a Tom Robbins book it’s everywhere. I’m … Continue reading