“Run for your lives!” shouted the Barbie… As I’m putting Annalise to bed, she tells me she wants me to tell her a story. I start in with the “Once upon a time there was a little girl who went to bed…” and she interrupts me. “Not that story, Daddy! I want a story about […]
I need a good name. So, what do we call these stupid little big houses going up all over the place? We have the “McMansion” moniker, for those monsters in the upper-middle of the housing market. Now we’re seeing an influx of insipid McMansion wannabes, where the buyer takes a nice little bungalow, knocks it […]
Somehow it’s less exciting when it’s my own journal. It’s like getting all worked up about being the first to write in the new diary, and then remembering that you live by yourself, in a tower, with only the howling wind to read your deathless prose. Not entirely unlike the sense of serenity and satisfaction […]