Author Archives: didofoot
Strong
One of the many things I like about Gene is that he has a good, strong stomach. Some people, on hearing that I have just eaten a sandwich of scrambled eggs, spinach dip and tortilla chips on wheat toast, have to move away from me rapidly, but Gene just turns a little green and carries … Continue reading
Late Night
Recently we met up with Jon and Rob at Lucky 13 and enjoyed several pints of their finest. Afterward, Gene’s throat smarting from his oncoming cold and both of us stumbling a bit, the choice between going home and not going home was made much clearer when we noticed the Jack in the Box across … Continue reading
Work
I’ve decided to get back to writing fiction again, because the words in my head have reached critical mass and I can’t spend all day blogging at you people, especially as I don’t remember who any of you are. There is something very daunting about looking at that blank stretch of Word doc, and something … Continue reading
And you are…
A funny thing happened at our New Year’s party. I ran into our friend Randy in the hall, the first time I’d seen him that evening, and completely blanked on who he was. My rather panicked thought was “This face looks familiar, but I can’t possibly know anyone this handsome.” It’s astonishing what a tuxedo … Continue reading
New Year’s Eve
At our New Year’s Eve party we discovered that the Harry Potter closet under the stairs works as a pretty good photo booth. Here you see me with some supermodels, Merrit (center) and Zina (right). I was calling out motivations all through (“coy!” “angry!” “dead!” “sexy!”), which Merrit and I made kind of half-assed attempts … Continue reading
Mr. Gibbs
I don’t know whether you guys ever watch Robert Gibbs’ press briefings. I would guess you don’t. I like to skim the transcripts occasionally; I find it soothing to see that at least one part of the White House is a lot like it is on West Wing. Here is a small sample from yesterday’s … Continue reading
It’s curtains for you!
I found myself driving behind a modified hearse on the freeway a few days ago. The back window was all tricked out with red velvet curtains, including a rather snazzy valance, and a sort of dead-looking teddy bear was peeping out. It is a measure of my current decorating madness that my first reaction was … Continue reading
hairs
Another reason grownups don’t dye their hair purple is that sometimes, apparently, it doesn’t wash out. Urgh. Fingers crossed that my salon appointment is productive. Otherwise, I guess it’s chin-length hair for me again. URGH.
Halloween mean
Our first Halloween was a big success. We figure we got around 70 trick-or-treaters, so many that Michele and Tami had to go out for more candy halfway through the evening. It did kind of bring out the mean old lady in me, though. I was mainly grumbling because some of the parents were coming … Continue reading
My take on Obama’s appearance on The Daily Show
Interesting guy, but says “folks” a lot more than anyone ever should. Also, I sort of wonder if Jon Stewart had to agree to only look the President in the eye a certain number of times during the interview. For about the first half he just talks to his desk.