Author Archives: didofoot
Chat
It’s not that weird that I sometimes talk to myself when I’m home alone. It is a little weird that I sometimes answer.
Ouch
As I make our final preparations for this move, I’m learning a lot about packing…and even more about myself. Chiefly what I’m learning is that I am just phenomenally clumsy. Apparently, the only thing preventing me from seriously injuring myself normally is that we have large rooms and wide hallways. When these spaces are narrowed … Continue reading
Quarters
As of Friday we will be the proud owners of our very own laundry machines. What are we going to do with the 300 quarters we still have? A. Responsibly use the money to pay our electric and water bills. or B. Giant arcade party! Thoughts?
Happy Wednesday
Not much to say today, so I will just offer you this enjoyable little image from Mary Roach’s book Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex: “For ten-plus centuries, the womb was considered less an organ than an independent creature, able to move about the woman’s body like a badger in its den.” Whee! … Continue reading
Coppertop
The kitchen in our new house is going to need a little updating eventually. I was browsing around looking for ideas and came across an article entitled “Smart Appliances — Ovens and Refrigerators That Think for You.” Yikes. This is not an Onion article. These are real appliances. There’s a fridge which can play DVDs … Continue reading
Ready, steady
Packing, packing, packing. The house is full of boxes. “I’m realizing we really do have too many things for this space,” I told Jack when he was visiting, and he said “Yeah, I got there two years ago when you choked off one entire hallway with piles of stuff.” In this new house we have … Continue reading
Haute flea market
I’ve been snooping around various design sites on the web lately, coming up with ideas for how to take some of our beat-up old housewares and make them look, well, better. Fortunately there is a design style called shabby chic which seems perfect for us. As far as I can tell, you take something shabby … Continue reading
Helpful
Talking to Sean over the weekend, I found myself spending at least half an hour describing several episodes of I Dream of Jeannie in excruciating detail. I can’t say exactly how that happened. It seems like when I talk to someone who’s exceptionally interesting or funny I find myself steering things towards the boring and … Continue reading
Hockety…pockety?
Tomorrow I start packing up the apartment, because — assuming all goes well with the last remnants of inspections and repairs — we move into our new love mansion on September 11. I spent all yesterday evening chanting “higitus figitus” at my books, but so far they have shown no signs of jumping into boxes … Continue reading
Nuts
Just in time for us to move away from San Francisco, here comes the best idea of all time.