It’s Feb. 29, the day that comes every four years.
I’m always entertained by this alleged extra day, though it really means nothing.
Now, it’d be really something if it could be a universal holiday. Nobody has to work on Feb. 29 simply because it’s the free imaginary day. How does that sound?
It’d be worse than Christmas, [...]
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I owe my dad an apology.
This loving man, who just sent me a little diecast Vega as well as a case for my stereo faceplate, is in fact my buddy. He’s a generous, kind-hearted man but occasionally has a nasty gloating streak.
I said in a comment in my last entry, Go, Go Gadgets, that I [...]
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I admit I’m a geek. I love gadgets. I’m also cheap, so I don’t necessarily own the latest, greatest. But I read about them and yearn.
I had a ray-of-light-shining-down-on-my-car moment when I first drove away from the electronics store, and managed to change the display on my new stereo system.
It was displaying the the band [...]
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You can do your business in the bathroom, but don’t bring it in the bathroom.
In a public restroom, I heard a woman alternately speak in English and then Spanish about a person’s FHA loan. Would I ever want to know that either a mortgage loan officer or a real estate agent had taken me into [...]
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I never understood Presidents Day. I didn’t think anyone celebrated it past the fourth grade.
But government workers love it. Teachers love it. And furniture stores and other retailers, really love it.
I always wonder how the presidents we’re allegedly honoring would feel to know that their faces are blown up and associated with furniture or cars [...]
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I have never been much of a baker, or in fact a cook.
It’s really only since I’ve been out in Fresno for the last three years that I’ve discovered the joy of cooking and sometimes baking.
Cooking isn’t much of a problem. I like to fly fast and loose with recipes. I view them to be [...]
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Who knew Bigfoot lived in central California, amongst all the normal people. Blending in, going to work.
Apparently my feet are too big to buy dress shoes in town. I went on a recent quest to buy shoes and got my familiar depression and disappointment at learning once again, I am a giant and therefore cannot [...]
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