Author Archives: didofoot
Finer Things: Morning After
This peeling, fake tatt…etc.
Adventure Island
Captain Redscarf: “How d’ye like me tattoo, salty wench?” Island Princess: “It’s peeling.” Captain Redscarf: “Aye. Me tattoo artist be a poxy drunken knave.” Island Princess, politely: “Oh, be he?” Finer Things attempted to read Robinson Crusoe this month, but failed, because it’s hard to spend three hundred pages with an utter douchebag. No one … Continue reading
Mushroom cloud, silver lining
Discussing whether you’d have to filter your water after the apocalypse: Michele: “But why wouldn’t we have running water?” Gene: “If the electricity goes off for a week…” Michele: “Water and electricity are separate.” Kris: “But if the electricity goes off for a week, it means the system has fully crashed.” Michele, nodding thoughtfully: “Fire … Continue reading
A day at the beach
From my perspective: surf soothe kite color sun sky sand ahh From Molly’s perspective: noise people noise people noise people augh
Oh!
Our corner store carries Kinder eggs now. If I can just convince Ike to start selling kebabs, we’ll be like our own little European nation.
Thrills
Obvious – Getting a friendly letter from someone you used to know. – The twangy saltburst of Humphrey Slocombe’s pistachio-bacon ice cream. – Riding a motorcycle at twilight. – Men who call you princess. Secret – Calling a motorcycle helmet a hat. – The superhero feeling of walking down a subway car as the train … Continue reading
Pregnancy after 35: my notes
I talked to a genetic counselor at Kaiser today about the risks of having a baby after 35. (I want to stress, this conversation was in no way related to my own family plans. I was just curious, and it’s a free service.) I thought I would post my notes for anyone who’s interested in … Continue reading
Walking through the Botanical Gardens today
A woman to her friend: “God doesn’t want you to be this happy.” I think she’s wrong.
Oops.
For about a year now, everything sent to me via my Carthage contact form was being deleted before I saw it. If you sent me a message via Carthage and I never responded, please re-send.