Author Archives: didofoot
This entry is only for Buffy fans. Seriously.
I guess it’s inevitable that in seven seasons of Buffy, Joss Whedon was going to make a few errors of logic. I usually run crying to Michele when I find one, but today I’ve decided to run crying to the internet. Why? Because Michele is busy. So here’s my problem: we know the first slayer … Continue reading
What I really want for my birthday
Last night over dinner, I said “You know what are small and cute and not yappy but still a perfect size for an apartment? Beagle puppies.” “Nope,” said the Lad. “I don’t want to live with an animal in my home.” Later on that night I got down on all fours and crawled around being … Continue reading
My raincoat to little girls
What tickles me is seeing how many freelance writing ads on Craigslist offer “exposure” in place of “salary.” Fellas, if I wanted exposure I’d be opening my raincoat to little girls. What I want is rent money. I am a cab driver in a virtual city, see? There are thousands of us. Some of us … Continue reading
Little House in the Big City
We had the first rain of the season in the city today. I sat gloomily at the window, wrapped in a blanket, thinking of soup. At the first hint of being housebound for a season I am already worrying. Are we in the right place? I’m thinking of Amsterdam, trotting through the cold streets, into … Continue reading
The cure for the common cold
A week ago the Lad and I had both sets of parents to dinner at once. The evening went very well, but at one point I did talk a little about the ways I was being affected by the uncertainty of my job search. “I get depressed some days for no reason,” I said, “and … Continue reading
Books vs Boyfriend
On Thursday I went to the annual SF Library booksale and brought home 30 books for $50. Today, after more coffee than my brain could reasonably handle, I went into the dining room where the Lad was clattering away at the keyboard and where my shelf of unread books was sitting patiently. “How are you … Continue reading
From humble beginnings we built our empire
Today is our fourth anniversary, rather arbitrarily calculated at this point but better than nothing. In celebration of this, we’re going to sundae ourselves into food comas tonight at Fenton’s, which was the site of our very first date — except it was a different Fenton’s, which was possibly a Leatherby’s at the time, and … Continue reading
With what shall I mend it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
Purely by accident I stumbled across Robertson Davies, and then across this: “Oh, this Christianity! Even when people swear they don’t believe in it, the fifteen hundred years of Christianity that has made our world is in their bones, and they want to show they can be Christians without Christ. Those are the worst; they … Continue reading
Nickels and Hair
The Lad and I recently visited Katy at Farm Camp. I still remember the day I met Katy. I was four and she was five. She was sitting on a bench at recess and she had hair down to her waist. I — kept in enforced moppet-cuts by the Moms, who refused to deal with … Continue reading
My accidental internet famousness
Sean pointed this out a few days ago. Look, I’m not saying I am Jared Leto and I’m not saying I’m not, but I will say this: isn’t it sort of weird how you never see us in the same room at the same time? Hey, Jared, take off your glasses for a second…