Author Archives: didofoot
Cracker Jack
The California Supreme Court ruled in favor of gay marriage today. This is a big deal, not just for LGBT people, but for everyone who believes in equality and justice. I congratulate every Californian who wanted to get married and will now be able to. There is no word as to whether the Supreme Court … Continue reading
Watching Enchanted
Patrick Dempsey: Blah blah blah I am Mr. McCynical! Gene: Whoa! Me: Holy cow. Gene: Is that Sam Seaborn? Me: No. It’s the lead from that show that McTighe was on. Gene: Ok, but I’m not crazy, right? You’re hearing Sam? Me: They’re voice twins! Patrick Dempsey: Blah blah blah princesses aren’t real. Gene: Ok, … Continue reading
The rules
I spent about an hour yesterday looking for rules about what to wear to weddings, though I do think most rules surrounding weddings are bullshit. (Startling, eh? Yes, this is shaping up to be one of my edgier posts. I also think water is wet, and opening your eyes helps you see.) Nevertheless, it’s important … Continue reading
Free Stuff!
Those of you who have begun to enjoy taking the torturous path through our household labyrinth of broken televisions, various computers and general clutter will be disappointed to hear that I am indulging in some spring cleaning. For the rest of you, coming over is about to become fun again. As often as we march, … Continue reading
DIY Project Day
As Gene is just about done building me a new computer to replace my 1950s vintage laptop, I am getting serious about making space for my work in the house. (I considered just changing my career altogether to suit the apartment — become a TV repairman, say — but ultimately decided to stick with what … Continue reading
The crap collection holidays
I’ve been thinking about April Fool’s Day. I don’t really enjoy being tricked, so I find it handy to have all the tricking compressed into one day. In fact, I think we should start rounding up more unpleasant stuff and cramming it all into one day a year. Naturally, I began my brainstorming with some … Continue reading
Blame Canada
Michele and I have returned from our week-long roadtrip to Vancouver, and boy, are our credit cards tired. We cut a swathe through the secondhand and vintage stores of the Pacific Northwest, buying up their 1960s minidresses and shimmery stockings in relentless pursuit of the perfect spring wardrobe. Tremble before us and fear our power, … Continue reading
Shop Talk
I submitted a short story for publication today. I have never submitted my fiction before. It took me about half an hour to write, and while I know I ought to sit on stuff for a week or more and then revise, I didn’t think my sudden burst of confidence would hold out that long. … Continue reading
This little light of mine…
I always figured I’d grow out of my distaste for wearing makeup, like how after you achieve a certain maturity level you no longer own backless shirts or have friends in Santa Barbara. (Then later on you hit another level where you do have friends who live in Santa Barbara, but these are old rich … Continue reading
Missed donut
Every now and then I troll the missed connections, because if my public ever decides to speak to me I want to be there to listen. I was reading today because I’ve been unusually outside-the-house active this week and wondered if maybe someone noticed and wanted to buy me a donut. And also because Dianna’s … Continue reading