Here it is October, temperatures are in the low 50s, and I’m doing a post on ice cream. Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, the Vanilla Caramel Fudge variety. Compared to flavors like Chubby Hubby and Cherry Garcia and Phish Food, Vanilla Caramel Fudge sounds pretty tame, doesn’t it? Uninspired, even. Yeah, maybe it is. But … Continue reading : life is better with a pint of vermont’s finest :
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Is there such a thing as a good weight?
Because of a ridiculously high metabolism, I was underweight most of my life. A good twenty or thirty pounds under, if you believe the people who decide these things. I was as shapely and voluptuous as an ironing board. Which would've been okay, if I’d been a twelve year-old boy instead of a forty year-old … Continue reading Is there such a thing as a good weight?
The Karma of Bug Killing.
We’re all pretty quick with the fly swatter and folded newspaper. We've got spray cans of insecticide, tubes of insect repellent, bug lights, mosquito netting, an entire industry dedicated to killing bugs. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done my share of squashing and swatting. I’m as anti-bug as the next guy, but. I draw the … Continue reading The Karma of Bug Killing.
Meet My Neighbor, Son of Frankenstein.
He’s home right now. He’s always home. You know how I know? I can hear him up there, moving around like the Son of Frankenstein fleeing torch-bearing villagers. Or Babar in a hurry. ka-BOOM ka-BOOM ka-BOOM ka-BOOM. Judging by his thundering tread, I guessed him to be the size of a piano. Not an upright, … Continue reading Meet My Neighbor, Son of Frankenstein.
the whirly girl 