On Wednesday, Seattle reached a record high temperature of 104 degrees. What this means is that we’ve all spontaneously combusted and no one is left here but the Southern and Eastern State transplants who have been screeching about how this isn’t hot weather, no, it’s not hot until you sweat fire.
Naturally, Seattle is completely unprepared for weather events like this.  That’s why whenever a significant weather pattern approaches, we name it.  Hanukkah Eve Windstorm ’07, Shitstorm ’04, Snowstorm ’08, Minor Heat Wave ’09.  Janie’s work actually SHUT DOWN for …

Our cat, Ducati, took it upon himself to attempt murder on Augustus this weekend. I was in the office when I heard skittering feet and knew that Gus was probably involved because he’d just wandered down that way. I walked down the hall and as I turned into the bedroom I watched Ducati scurry up onto the bed and hold his paws in the air, yelling I didn’t do nothing to no one! Murder was the case that they gave me, but I’m innocent!  I’m innocent. Gus …

I am deleting several abandoned posts that are very, very bad.  Just for poops and giggles, here are some snips:
Grow a beard and a pony tail.  It just seems like the right thing to do.
Items to have on hand: A Bible, good, Christian toys, a soothing mix of Christian songs and some Armor of God canine pajamas to keep him safe in the arms of the Lord as he spends his first night trapped in a small plastic box on your living room floor.
Digital technology can’t touch this hot fire.
Gus …

Janie and I recently traveled to Las Vegas in what was a last-minute change to plans of visiting Montana for her family reunion. Oddly enough, Las Vegas was a cheaper option for us and since we just added another $1000 to the value of Ducati because of a wee wee problem and a several day veterinary hospital stay, we couldn’t dole out our dollars to get eaten by some grizzly bears.
Most of the trip was excellent.  Beyond excellent, really.  What’s a word for that?  Phat.  Retarded.  Stoopid.  Bad, but in …

I was writing a post about how Janie, our friend Carrie and I went to the No Doubt concert last night. It was going to be about how they are one of my all-time favorite live acts and then about how one song in to the opening band’s set (The Sounds) I became 60 years old and pulled out the Sunday newspaper and initiated a conversation about Fiber One yogurt.
I was writing all about it, but then I deleted it accidentally because I’m very tired. It took …