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Eagle kills, windmills and cinematic thrills
On Saturday, some of us folks gathered for a day-long celebration of Michele being born. We began with a couple of stops at Pleasanton wineries, sometimes called “the poor man’s Napa,” or “the poor man’s poor man’s Bordeaux.” The first winery looked as I expect a winery to look: big tasting room outfitted with plenty … Continue reading
She’s super freaky.
“I almost died when I saw that picture of Young Michele holding a jungle cat at the safari park,” Sean told me. “It is kind of too perfect, isn’t it?” I agreed. “Well, it’s like seeing the origin story of a superhero,” he said. “More like a super freak,” I said, but only to myself. … Continue reading
Seven days…
I’ve always thought Valentine’s Day was sort of stupid. Guys obviously hate it, so any “romantic” gifts or events you force them into are just going to make them miserable, and what is romantic about that? Plus, any girl who gets her hopes up about this holiday seems destined to have those hopes dashed. If, … Continue reading
“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint.”
Love and Friendship I re-read Love and Friendship last night, Jane Austen’s novella — novlette? novelina? — that she wrote while still in her teens. I’d forgotten how much of the later books can be found in here. For example: A young man speaks to people he’s met moments ago: “My father,” he continued, “is … Continue reading
Votes for Women
I have a not-so-secret weakness for voting with Gene. I think it is terribly romantic. Also, our polling place is on Beaver Street. Hot! “Where are you guys off to?” “Oh, we’re heading down to Beaver Street. Gene’s gotta check some boxes, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.” “What about you? Aren’t you going to…uh…vote?” … Continue reading
It’s the headband one, right?
Gene: Wanna watch First Blood? Kris: No. Gene: Do you know what it is? Kris: No. Gene: It’s the first Rambo movie. You have to see the first one or you can’t see the others. Kris: I don’t really need to see them. I feel I know everything I need to know about Rambo. Gene: … Continue reading
We gotta get outta this place
What’s the point of having all this disposable income of Gene’s if we’re not going to take a trip? I ask you. I want to take a big trip of course, but not until the weather warms up. So for now, I am looking at small trip options. Please chime in if you have thoughts … Continue reading
Which procrastinator are you?
I never take those “Which X Are You?” quizzes you see on Facebook. Because I already know all the answers. In case you were thinking of inviting me to take one such quiz, I offer you this handy primer: Which Jane Austen character are you? Timid, tittering and talky, I am Miss Bates, from Emma. … Continue reading
Pajama drama
Every now and then my wardrobe starts to lag behind itself. I look at the sea of clothes in my closet and realize, for example, that all my underwear is three years old or more. That my jeans are going to rip if I think about them too hard. That no matter how many times … Continue reading
Good news for the crews
Luna, once believed to be closed forever, has re-opened. It was purchased by one of the long-term waiters and his boyfriend, and it is, if anything, better than ever. The service is excellent, the champagne glasses are filled to the brim, the furniture is new…in short, don’t we need to eat a brunch there this … Continue reading