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Weekend Werind: Melts in Your Mouth, Not in Your Browser?
(First up, a bit of news from the B&C front: First Date with Nate: A Day Late, Not Great: "So much for making a ‘big splash’ in your debut performance. This display of ‘hitting’ looked more like a post-nasal drip." Now let's move forwar...
Weekend Werind: (Real E)State of the Union
I may have mentioned (ad nauseum) that my wife and I are in the process of selling our house. We've never sold a house before, having popped our proverbial real estate cherry on our current abode. (No. Don't try and picture that. You're only going ...
Weekend Werind: Bean(town)ie Babies
I'll admit to two things tonight. Or rather, 'tonight'. First, I'll allow that I'm going to be pretty lazy when it comes to this post, what with the whirlwind I've been spun through over the past few days. I'm sure I'll have more to report about rec...
Weekend Werind: Screwup in Aisle Three
(More Bugs & Cranks goodness: And a Child Shall Lead Them Off: "And in the leadoff spot? Utility infielder Omar Infante. Ouch." Meanwhile, it's the weekend. And you know what that means...) One of the sublime joys of weekend life is jaunting o...
Weekend Werind: Hot Times Call for Soft Balls
(Bugs & Cranks update o' the day: Don't Make Yunel Angry: "I say from now on, the Braves schedule a short pre-game news conference. Chipper can run out, call Escobar a big baby and say something disparaging about his mother or his dog or his hai...
Weekend Werind: Patriot's Day Redux
It's been a helluva week around here. Less than usual has made it onto these pages (and my apologies for that), but life otherwise has been a whirlwind of activity, much of which probably will be recounted here, eventually. Here's a quick rundown of...
Weekend Werind: Milestone'd!
(Bugs & Cranks updates: Junkyard Downpour: "If I’d spent half as much time with my homework as I did watching Dale Murphy and Phil Niekro, I might have made it to medical school like my folks always wanted. Or at least veterinary school. Or ta...
Weekend Werind: Redecorator's Blues
(Note: Once again, I'm splitting time a bit these days between the pages here and the soon-to-be-remodeled Bugs & Cranks. Since last we danced, I posted an especially dirty piece over there entitled The Green Green Grass of Home (Field). Well, n...
Weekend Werind: There's Plenty of Crying in Basketball
Sometimes life sends you an omen. Like our TiVo finally screeching to a halt on Friday, just a few hours before the NCAA 'Sweet 16' basketball game I desperately wanted to watch. And sometimes, we ignore those omens. Like when I hooked my laptop up ...
Weekend Werind: Back to the Old EtWYCPR
I'm just winding up a five-day weekend. The missus and I are putting our house on the market soon -- as I may have mentioned once or twice -- and I wanted to get a head start on some of the backbreaking work involved there. Also, there was college b...
Weekend Werind: The Patron Saint of Stouts
If you're like me -- or like millions of other Americans who giddily celebrate (or co-opt) an Irish heritage this week -- then you're looking forward to a festive St. Patrick's Day later this week. Or you're nursing a nasty hangover because you jump...
Weekend Werind: Behind the Times
It seems it's Daylight Savings time again. I won't assail you with my feelings on this twice-yearly affront to Father Time in this space; that's what today's 'werind' link later on is for. Instead, I'll just relay a quick story about how faithlessly ...
Weekend Werind: Snow Blows, and So Does Snow
There's a blizzard coming our way. In New England, this isn't especially earthshattering news. Even for this time of year, the eight inches to a foot of white stuff looming over our Monday commute won't set any records. When in Rome, you do as the Ro...
Weekend Werind: Barking Up an Old Tree
When you've written as many posts as I have -- thirteen hundred and five, according to the counter -- it's difficult to always cover new ground. At least, I assume it would be, if that sort of thing didn't sound so damned exhausting. Still, I don't ...
Weekend Werind: Tales of the TiVo
So, the missus and I finally broke down and bought a new television, as I mentioned in my last post. Call us crazy, but it just seemed like a nice idea to be watching something in our living room that was produced sometime in this millennium. I don't...
Weekend Werind: Love, Factually
So. Valentine's Day is coming up. A time of the year that strikes fear in the hearts of men everywhere, a time when roses are great -- but only if they're the right color, candy is swell -- unless she's in the wrong mood, and sweet talk melts her hea...
Weekend Werind: Stupor Bowl Sunday
I'll be taking off in an hour or so to attend a Super Bowl party in Connecticut, thrown by my friend's brother. It should be a great time, but I do have one small worry. As you may know, the Pittsburgh Steelers are playing the Arizona Cardinals in t...
Weekend Werind: A Standup Kind of Guy
I have a confession to make. I can't remember for the life of me what this blog is for. Originally, I mean. When I first sat down at my computer, dreamed up a name, and put fingertips to keyboard, I have no earthly idea what I was trying to accompli...
Weekend Werind: The Things I Feel
So, it seems my latest feature idea probably won't become a regular feature idea, seeing as how someone else had a similar idea first, he's had quite a few entries independently published under the shady umbrella of that idea, and I'm coming to the p...
Weekend Werind: Everybody Out of the Pool Hall
I'm not one to let life get in the way of my plans. And when life does in the way of my plans, and I make new plans, I'm not one to let life get in the way of those. As you'll soon see. First, I'll admit that last week, despite my best efforts, life...
Weekend Werind: Matrimonial Memories
All of this talk about our recent trip to see one of my wife's friends get married got me thinking: have I ever actually written anything about our own wedding? The answer, conveniently enough, is 'yes'. And this being the weekend, I'll take the opp...
Weekend Werind: Back to Base Camp
The missus and I finally made it back to the homestead tonight, just in time for a few short hours' sleep and a full day's work tomorrow. Out. Effing. Standing. In the meantime, I promised a Weekend Werind, and I aim to deliver. Come hell, high wa...
Weekend Werind: The Posts of Christmas Past
Tomorrow, I set off on my annual trek to visit family over the holidays. The missus and I will leave behind the gray and frigid Northeast to travel to the somewhat grayer and only slightly less frigid Midwest / Mid-Atlantic / Near South. (It's not s...
The Bestest (Worstest) Present Ever
It's nearly Christmas again. The time of year when poorly-warbled jingles fill the air, tinsel-related injuries are at record highs, and you can't fart in a shopping mall without blowing down two Santas, a plastic reindeer and a Salvation Army kettle...
Weekend Werind: Cliche-O-Matic
For a guy who has written so many words -- several of which I didn't make up, even -- I never seem to be able to find the right ones. That's where this weekend's 'Werind' post comes in. A while back, I got tired of using (and hearing) the same old c...
Weekend Werind: Shitbox Edition
I have way, way too many posts here. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. There's somewhere north of 1400 entries in the archives, if you include all the standup show descriptions and the 100 Things Posts About Me. All those words, horked out over th...
Freaky Forensics Friday
A strange and magical thing has been happening over the past few weeks. I've been getting email. Not the regular sort of email, mind you. I mean, I always get email. But the emails lately haven't been the usual old 'buy \/1agr@ 0nl1n3!!!1!eleventy' ...
Dirty Bird Redux
I wouldn't want to seem lazy so soon after my return to writing -- I figure the honeymoon period on that is at least a week... maybe five days... three? Can I take tomorrow off? We'll see. In the meantime, with Thanksgiving looming a mere seven days...
