Tag Archives: *poke*

It all started at 6 o’clock that night, when I innocently decided that cookies sure would be swell later, and hey, why not put out that butter to soften? The butter, which was then completely abandoned and ignored until 9 … Continue reading →

My favorite shot from the St Patrick’s Day Festival last weekend. Voldemort, Brandus, and a rent-a-kid.

When I was in college, a hypnotist came to do a show. For a change, I wasn’t backstage (I was a theater geek, and we got pulled into all kinds of backstage crew), and attended with a few friends. It … Continue reading →

Sadly, not an actual long weekend, just a weekend that feels abnormally long. This is most likely brandus’ fault, as he made the mistake of being enthusiastic at work about the idea of math camp on Saturdays, so now he … Continue reading →

I don’t have a twitter, nor do I want one. But there is something compelling about trying to tell a complete story or hilarious thought in one hundred and forty words (or is it one hundred and forty characters?). Also, … Continue reading →