Kris is sad. Our Nintendo Wii died recently, so we’ve had to ship it back for repair ($82.50). She’d become addicted to Wii Fit, particularly the yoga, but for the past week or so, she’s had to improvise. Meanwhile, my doctor pronounced me “as flexible as a two-by-four”. “You might want to try some yoga,” …
Last summer on our drive across England, we stopped at Jane Austen’s house. The inside was okay, but mostly I found it a little boring. A house is not a house when there’s nobody living there. It’s an empty shell of a thing — a museum. But I found I loved the gardens. In the …
For the past few days, I’ve been telling everybody about Fred. Instead of repeating myself, I thought I’d make a blog entry out of it. Last week, Andy pointed to a series of YouTube videos about a character named Fred, writing: LA Times on YouTube’s Fred — insanely popular with tweens, he has 242k subscribers …
Ah, the Fourth of July. Such a pleasant time in our neighborhood: lots of loud explosions. The early evening is filled with pops and cracks. It sounds like small arms fire, like we’re in some sort of war zone. Of course this is especially pronounced on the Independence Day itself (when the snap, crackle, pop …
Too hilarious to be relegated to the sidebar: Please let there be an Italian Wonder Woman…