Author Archives: didofoot
Edward Sandwichhands
I was walking home from the bus stop last night feeling, I thought, colder than I have ever felt. As I strode up 16th Street, certain I was about to lose some fingers, I passed Ike’s darkened little shop and my chilblained brain thought, it’s ok. If I lose my hands to frostbite, Ike will … Continue reading
Kris Goes to the Zoo
This morning I woke up and saw how the morning glory vines were starting to cover the windows. Not to be one of those writers who sees symbolism everywhere, but it seemed like a good time to get out of the house for a while. So I went to the zoo. Now that is a … Continue reading
Ay!
I went to the Bark & Whine Ball last night at 8th & Brannan. This is the SF SPCA’s annual fancy-pants fundraiser where dogs and their people get all gussied up to eat tiny food and genteely sniff one another’s bottoms. My bus got stuck or something (or, as Jason might say, slipped off the … Continue reading
Bend over for tax time!
I made just over $7000 last year, which puts me in the millionaire’s circle for people who can almost afford to starve to death in style. Given that I made an annual income that would just barely allow me to make my rent in a residential hotel in Topeka, shouldn’t the feds be giving me … Continue reading
To the tune of the Gin Blossom’s “Found Out About You”
Original lyrics here. Found Out About YouTube All last summer in case you don’t recall I had a laptop, barely ran, and often stalled Is there a line that I could write Sad enough to make you cry Complex websites make the whole thing die The months roll past, my data disappears Wish I had … Continue reading
Our troubles are all the same
I miss having an office sometimes. (Well, no. My offices were mostly not places anyone would miss. But my memory of working in an office has been replaced by episodes of The Office. I am nostalgic for that televised camaraderie that I rarely experienced in real life.) I work with and for people, yet I … Continue reading
He also wrote No Country for Old Men
The Road This book, about a man and a boy traveling through a post-apocalyptic wasteland, scared the pants off me. Cormac McCarthy never makes the mistake of addressing why everything fell down, so you never get the chance to think “Well, that’s unlikely. The world won’t end. I’ll be fine.” You’re stuck thinking “This could … Continue reading
Supercalifragilisticexpiali-delegate
Last week, the nation’s talking heads were abuzz with speculations as to how the superdelegates would cast their votes in the upcoming Democratic election. But that speculation really is so last week, according to major news publications such as the New York Times, the San Francisco Chronicle, and the Hayseed Journal of East Shitbar, Illinois. … Continue reading
Some things I need help with
I need a little help with chat etiquette, which I guess could be called “chatiquette,” but that seems annoying. Is there a standard salutation required to see if someone’s free and their boss isn’t standing right behind them? Or can you assume that if they’re online then they’re available? Basically, is it a) ok that … Continue reading
Void Androids
I have been watching the first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation. I had forgotten how much I love it. However, one thing is distracting me: the writers are getting Data completely wrong. Living with Gene gives me a unique perspective on a supremely analytical mind, so I know how Data ought to be … Continue reading