"If you can't be pretty, you might as well cause trouble" – Florence King
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, videos, You have got to be kidding me! on Feb 6th, 2010
But the opening animation was AWESOME: We’ve had about a 50/50 rate of hits and misses with Netflix. The movies that we’ve gotten and enjoyed were really great and the ones that sucked were almost unbelievably awful. The nice thing about Netflix is that it’s so inexpensive that if you get a dud, you can [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Hair issues, meta, Work/career (vague as to avoid doocing) on Feb 2nd, 2010
Any woodchucks poking their heads out here in KC today weren’t too likely to see any shadows…it was overcast and kind of grimy today. Winter in Kansas City, when it isn’t snowy, is not an aesthetic triumph. I’ve been hunkered down pretty deep lately…gone to ground so you might say. Here I am popping my [...]
Posted in bike commuting, biking, dumb things I have done, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, You have got to be kidding me! on Jan 16th, 2010
I tell you there’s nothing like a group of cyclists to whip up a tempest in a teapot. The most recent fuss and bother that finally penetrated my protective carapace of “not-giving-a-fuck” is a Facebook kerfuffle centered around a group of disgruntled motorists who just can’t stand sharing the road with cyclists and have therefore [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching on Jan 3rd, 2010
I will be eating the hell out of some St. John’s Wort until I can get some real medicine because right now, this is basically me: and this is my new shirt: Not much else to say other than that life feels like WAY too much work right now, and I’ve got hells of shit [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching on Dec 12th, 2009
Those words were shrieked at me, Joel, and a tiny runt of a dachshund in a pink satin jacket last night. No, we weren’t playing catch with the aerodynamic-looking little dog. We were riding our bikes down Southwest Boulevard, and chanced to pass a woman who was exiting a building and preparing to enter her [...]
Posted in books, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, You have got to be kidding me! on Dec 7th, 2009
I started writing this review (such as it is) before I finished reading the book, but most of the original objections stand. I did finally slog my way through to the conclusion, and while the protagonist (for want of a a better word) does become somewhat less detestable and hateful, the story doesn’t improve significantly. [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Other Bike Stuff, You have got to be kidding me! on Nov 30th, 2009
Because bicycling has become such a thing lately, bicycling magazines have been popping out like mushrooms after a rainstorm. One of the many new players on the field is a magazine called Cog. It plays to the hipster/fixed-gear/polo/freestyle crowds and features a lot of advertising for products which purport a certain amount of lifestyle cachet [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, You have got to be kidding me! on Nov 24th, 2009
I have a milk-crate of hazardous waste on the back porch right now. At least 90% of this hoard came to me through no fault of my own; it was just hanging around the basement of my old house when I bought it in 2003 and I’m still trying to get rid of it. There [...]
Posted in grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, Work/career (vague as to avoid doocing) on Nov 12th, 2009
Years ago, there was an online advice column called Etiquette Grrls, wherein two kind of snotty preppy girls dished out snarky etiquette and lifestyle advice to a clueless write-in audience. Then, they got a book deal and published two different etiquette books titled Things You Need To Be Told, and More Things You Need To [...]
Posted in Car Drama and trauma, grumbles gripes and pointless bitching, You have got to be kidding me! on Nov 10th, 2009
Apparently driving a stickshift one day re-trains me immediately. It’s pretty well established that I don’t drive much. It stresses me out, I get lost, etc. But when we were up visiting my folks, I drove Dad’s Jetta – we needed to go in to town and pick some stuff up, and Dad wasn’t up [...]
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