My dad loves the expression “The squeaky wheel gets the oil.” He also loves demanding oil when he’s told there is no oil, or that the squeaky wheels aren’t allowed to have it. Which brings me to another favorite expression of his: “Would it be possible for you to make an exception?” The lesson I […]KEEP READING
Oh, me so haw-ny! Me love you long time! Hello, I’m a comment whore.KEEP READING
I’m back from Funky Town.
Hey, I’m back. Why haven’t I posted in the last month? Well, I had a metric shit-ton of work. And allergies. They’re really bad this year, seriously – I want to scratch my eyes with a fork. And there was that ash cloud. OK, I can’t really blame the volcano in Iceland. Especially since I […]KEEP READING
Go ahead, hate my stuff (or, why writing is like a big glass of milk).
I’m not a picky eater. I love most food. But there’s one thing that makes me gag.If it’s on my plate I can’t eat it. If someone at the same table has it, I have to breathe through my mouth — which is good incentive for everyone else not to order it, because who wants […]KEEP READING
Leggo my sample-o.
Fact: Old ladies love free food samples. Actually, it doesn’t have to be food. They’ll take anything that’s free, including those stinky soap samples they hand out outside Sabon. You can always use more soap! But they like food the best. Is it a fixed income thing? A scarcity mentality left over from the Great […]KEEP READING