So I made the cannolis. They’re not bad, but next time I’ll cook the shells longer and put more orange zest in the filling. I’m half watching the ‘Boys-Iggles game and reading a book, “Wild,” by Cheryl Strayed. It’s a memoir about the author hiking the Pacific Crest Trail while attempting to get her shit […]
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Florida woman, boxer wrangler and football hooligan currently deep-fat frying something in a humid swamp somewhere.
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I’ve got some sort of stomach bug, so I’m just piled up on the sofa taking it easy. My youngster is cruelly forcing me to watch a Sasquatch hunter marathon on television. The Sasquatch people have their own special vocabulary: for example, “squatching” means looking for yetis. I’m definitely going to have to wrest back […]
In a stunning dudebro reversal that caused twee mustaches nationwide to go limp from ennui yesterday, a federal judge in Manhattan ruled that the NSA’s mass surveillance tactics are legal after all: WASHINGTON — A federal judge in New York on Friday ruled that the National Security Agency’s program that is systematically keeping phone records […]
The dog above had a good time on Christmas — received lots of treats, renewed many friendships and capitalized on numerous spills. But she found the whole thing somewhat exhausting and is glad it’s over.
Today’s feast pictured above. It is long gone, as are our guests. Kiddo and I are watching the Doctor Who Christmas special. The mister and dogs are snoring on the sofa between us. We’ve been watching the Who marathon off and on all day. How was your day? Did you get any good presents? Argue […]
I had a very Cole day yesterday. I was rushing around to wrap up a few DIY projects before we’re overrun with holiday guests. One of my projects involved a quart-size can of white enamel paint, which I located on the only shelf in the house that’s a challenge for me to reach (I’m tallish). […]
No, the dog pictured above absolutely did not take advantage of the household chaos caused by a kitchen tiling DIY project to snatch a takeout carton containing a half-eaten club sandwich off the coffee table and strew crumbs and bits of partially-masticated food all over the rug. Why do you ask? And the last thing […]