Author Archives: didofoot
Some ham already
“I have the midnights,” I said. The midnights is what I call the overwhelming wave of hunger which I experience nightly at, you guessed it, 11:30 p.m. (The midnights extend for half an hour in either direction around midnight. Wait, did you not guess that?) “It’s 11:18,” Gene said. “The midnights are twelve minutes early … Continue reading
Fa la la la la
Gene and I got an eight foot Christmas tree this year. It’s a beast. Every time I walk into the living room, it’s like the spirit of Christmas grabs me by the throat and shakes me until my brain rattles in my skull. You guys, it is so festive and great! (Ow, my brain.) I … Continue reading
The Mogwimples Walk To Town
Yesterday we went to see Into the Woods, which was being staged by the Alameda Children’s Musical Theater. (Because we will see any production of any Sondheim play. Period.) “You know this is a cast of kids, right?” I warned as we walked over to the theater. “Ages seven through seventeen, it says on the … Continue reading
Fun with Craigslist
Here’s how my post begins: Curtain Rods (alameda): We are giving away traverse curtain rods. And here’s how the first phone call went: “Hi, do you still have the curtains?” “The curtain rods? Yeah.” “Oh, but what about curtains?” “No, we’re just giving away curtain rods.” “Oh, I thought it was curtains.” It’s curtains for … Continue reading
Writing this blog post was an outstanding achievement. For all of us.
Listening to Jonsi’s album Go makes you feel like every single thing you’re doing has tremendous emotional significance. It feels like you’re living the climactic scene in a film: lovers are reuniting, a scrappy band of upstarts is defeating the mega-corporation, there’s a four-hour montage of babies laughing. These songs tell you that everything in … Continue reading
We can’t even think of a word that rhymes.
I set off to do some Christmas shopping yesterday with a heavy heart, dreading the Christmas carols that every store would be playing. I love the carols, but they do tend to stick in your brain teeth; putting those songs in your head is like giving peanut butter to a dog. (Side note: have you … Continue reading
Nature’s best friends
Kris: Are you awake? Gene: Okay. Kris: I have an important question. Gene: Okay. Kris: Do you think that the more intelligent species on Earth like elephants and dolphins will keep evolving to be smarter and smarter, until eventually they form their own civilizations, and then they would be our friends? Gene: I don’t think … Continue reading
You’re only as old as your conversation with your husband reveals you to be.
I got home around 4:30 yesterday and made myself a meal, since I’d sort of skipped lunch and my internal clock was all off. I was just sitting down with it at 5:00 when Gene unexpectedly came in, about an hour before he usually does. I panicked, naturally. Here I was, draped under two afghans, … Continue reading
And also
Because even I am tired of my own whining about being sick, allow me to steer this in a more holiday-themed direction with a short list of stuff I am thankful for this year: French rap. No matter how foul your mood is, listening to Frenchmen trying to sound all cool and tough will make … Continue reading
Dressing your pig
For you loyal six readers of Carthage, I apologize for the lack of updates lately. My recent illness wore me out and all my spare energy has been going to Thanksgiving planning and trying to hit my daily word count for NaNo. It’s going well…ish. I mean, I’m on track to finish 50,000 words at … Continue reading