Sweet Baby jesus, why?
The canned cheeseburger
If I would have seen this at Trader Joe’s earlier today, you bet I’d have purchased it for the book club this evening, just for poops and giggles. Instead, they’ll have to make do with a delicious salad and a shriveled and cold flat bread with ham, onions and gruyere cheese that I baked an hour ago, thinking maybe my sister would pick me up, you know, about an hour ago.

The Seattle PI has just finished a four-part series concerning University of Washington football under former Head Coach Rick Neuheisel and former Athletic Director Barbara Hedges. Players of that era included the very troubled Jerramy Stevens, currently a player for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The series investigates happenings nearly 8 years old, with little hope for accountability or reparations for the disgusting behavior of past players, coaches, and legal officials who looked past some sickening indiscretions. It’s worth the time to read because clearly this same attitude …

They don’t need to shoot that coyote, they should just trap it and take it far away.
What if that coyote has a little family – what if it has little babies waiting for it and they’re all going to die?
Or what if it was abandoned at birth and it had to learn to live and hunt by itself so maybe it just doesn’t know the right way?
And what if that coyote can talk? What if it has a lot of great things to say about society and how we …

I’ve been browsing around at Amazon.com Grocery section. I clicked on the Top Sellers option and was given several pages of coffee and diapers. It seems pretty clear that either someone is trying to prepare for a massive Lisa Nowak-style attack or there are a lot of tired parents who are unable to make it to the store for more diapers.
I found Janie’s favorite gluten-free cereal in a pack of six, though, and I’m thinking of ordering it up for her. This means that I …

We just returned from having dinner with some old friends of Janie’s. We exchanged our very belated Christmas gifts and ate Thai food. As we were leaving we had a brief discussion about how you were definitely a child of the 80’s if you can understand what it was like to get a fresh ditto. Our grade school had this old clunker of a ditto machine that teachers would crank in the hallway to make us the purplish-blue copies that no kid these days will ever have …