When we last saw Your Humble Narrator, he had just brought his vehicle’s resale value down by about two-thirds as the result of hilly terrain, a temporarily mobile home, high velocity and his own slow wit.
Also a guardrail. Also that.
But I was all right, and after checking under the now-bent hood, determined things looked alright, so I determined to drive on. I had a wedding in South Texas to get to, after all, and just hours to cover all the miles.
Continue reading “Something about dead flies and jars of perfume”
People often ask me what happened to the front of my car.
It used to be pretty, but for the past few months, the front near the license plate has been well-crunched.
So I say, “I was dodging a house.” Then they laugh and say, “It jumped right out in front of you, huh?” And I say, “Well…”
Continue reading “It was the bad karma from 10,000 dead butterflies”
The other day, I realized I probably enjoy Facebook a little too much, or at least for the wrong reasons. The social network super giant makes it almost too easy to creep — or rather keep up with everyone you kinda sorta met one time. Or might someday.
But Facebook is a lovely thing, as much as it is a monster.
Continue reading “The cartoon virus makes the world a more colorful place”
The other day someone pointed out that it’s been 11 years now since Y2K.
That is somewhat underwhelming, although impressive that we’ve managed to survive the apocalypse this long without noticing it.
Continue reading “But the shred of wrapping paper clings on yet”