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The hypochondriac
Well done, very funny, and likely just a bit annoying only to someone like me. If you really had serious health problems, you would try harder not to think about them, or annoy others with them, and just live as best you could--I know of what I speak: no one loves a hypochondriac.— June 25, 2009 1:15 p.m.
I'm So Glaad
I have a pet faot. They are something like a cross between a ferret and a marmot.— June 25, 2009 1:01 p.m.
How's It Goin', Everybody?
Why in the face of our economy do you say that, Mr. Blair? For some of us, if you don't count the weather, which has been mild, it has been pretty cruel.— June 25, 2009 12:24 a.m.
Top 10 -- Famous Dead People You'd Like to Meet
Is Rodney Dangerfield dead?!— June 24, 2009 3:56 p.m.
Yeah, I forget how it certainly is a *scene* down there, the dregs of which float up to Banker's Hill. We have a few resident spanging alkies, and at least one scary, canny heroin addict living on our block. Do you not get that so much in TJ? Anyway, glad you made it back. And I owe you people some drinks.— June 24, 2009 1:47 p.m.
Banker’s Hill/Mercy ER Patient
TO FIELD-GOING BLOGGERS: We have to do this again, because I did not get that round of drinks! Somebody overpaid--admit!— June 24, 2009 1:15 p.m.
Well, I have a very slight hangover, anti-. And yes, I slept till noon, but mostly for lack of sleep the night before--our party broke up before midnight. Good time had by all--four of us, plus Josh's cousin. How is gringo, though? Did he make it across the border ok?— June 24, 2009 12:31 p.m.
Weddings
We missed you, Mike! We plan to meet again soon, so you may get a second chance ;)— June 24, 2009 12:14 a.m.
Muzita Abyssinian Bistro
Mango, this is an excellent review of some fabulous vegetarian food! The ancient grain teff (also called "lovegrass," how cool is that?) sounds like a great gluten-free and protein rich option, and I can't wait to try the okra dish, too.— June 23, 2009 10:12 a.m.
An $80,000 Song. And a Dead Pilot.
Mea culpa. Cheap Phil Spector joke--and true.— June 23, 2009 12:30 a.m.