Category Archives: Meanderings

It’s 94 in Richmond right now. It’s going to be in the sixties tomorrow. WTF?

Do they bury you barefoot? I mean, in Jewish burials. I love going barefoot. I was born barefoot. Iwouldn’t mind if I died barefoot. And I would like to be barefoot when they put me in that pine box. I … Continue reading →

I have an appointment with an allergist on Thursday to determine exactly which parts of Virginia I am allergic to. One result of the appointment is that I may not take any allergy medicine or antihistamines or pseudofed, starting today. … Continue reading →

Lair reminded me that today is 4/11. He says to ask him any question. I think I’ll take questions from the audience, too.

So, did anyone ever put up a sign that says, “We gave peace a chance, and it didn’t work. Now it’s time for war.” Just wondering.

I have always—always wondered what the hell “reading them the riot act” meant. I knew there was a Riot Act, but I never got it. But then I found this nifty website, which explains what that prhase means. In English … Continue reading →

Whenever my friends and I were tired of talking about a subject (often after a serious discussion), someone would say, “So, how about those Yankees?” It was code for “Change the subject, this is boring/depressing/over with.) Scanned the news today. … Continue reading →

Why Americans are better than Islamists, Reason One: They have fatwas. We have WaWas.

Today, while talking to a friend or two, I made the following comparison: A flea is an annoyance that must be hunted down and destroyed, as are flies and mosquitoes. But a gnat? Most people ignore gnats, at most, waving … Continue reading →

I was just looking around for various statistics, and discovered that I am older than more than a third of the people in America. Wait. That means that I’m younger than nearly two-thirds. I feel much better now.

If one needs to open a can with a can opener, one should probably not put it in the dishwasher and then run the dishwasher before one opens the can. Just sayin’.

Have you ever notice that the more stressed out and angry you get, the stupider the world gets? I swear, my IQ must go up fifty points when I’m going through tough times.

Did I really, truly think that ELP was anything other than facile, puerile, pretentious pap? Just go look at the lyrics to Closer to Believing and you’ll see what I mean.

A tip for you all: If you ever drop a box of toothpicks, make sure you find them all. Half an inch of pointed, wooden toothpick in the ball of your foot is a very unpleasant experience.

If you don’t want your child to be traumatized for life, trust me when I tell you that it is not funny to pretend you’re going to throw your daughter into the alligator pit at the Staten Island Zoo. I … Continue reading →