Category: The Black List
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Medicine. Both awesome and awful at the same time. Mine’s effing with my sleep. What’s up. How’s everyone this fine Friday? Literally perfect outside. I filled up the Mouse mug with coffee, chased the cat around the backyard. Got a runny nose. Glorious. So. Some of you know I “manage” the social media for my…
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My Grandpa Fillmore was the first computer geek I ever knew. This was back when I was like 11 or 12, mind you. He’d had a ton of different jobs, but did tax prep then. So he had one of those early PCs with the two giant floppy disk drives. The first time I used…
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Dear lord, I want an Old Fashioned. One of the things I can never write about at work is alcohol. I’m not an alcoholic, mind you, but I like a good drink or beer from time to time. Old Fashioneds serve as my drink of choice. That or Rye whiskey, neat. More than a decade…
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This morning at our pre-school ritual, the Teenager said (paraphrasing), “I wonder what Yelena did with her dog. And the guinea pig.” “The dog probably ate the guinea pig already.” “What?!” “No it didn’t. It’s a golden retriever.” “No it wasn’t.” “Yes it was.” Teenager looks it up. No, it wasn’t. Dammit. “Fine. You were…
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We’re out of creamer, so today, we went to Starbucks. Because I can’t go very far. I’m not supposed to be driving for at least two more days, but the hospital is half a mile away, and the Wife has to work. I took the backroads and drove slow as fuck. For those of you…
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I wasn’t supposed to do one of these on the weekend, but I’m up before everyone and have nothing else to do. I’m becoming a morning person because of those goddamn animals. Ginny, the fluffy white cat, wakes us up every day now. Damn her. Anyway, while walking around taking my nine meds … 10?…
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And we’re back … We’re going to run through some updates from yesterday, and then I’m tackling something serious. Head’s up, peeps. Let me say how annoyed I am Facebook won’t let me use italics. Style guide: Book, movie, and album titles should be italicized. Song titles and poems get quotes. This morning, I woke…
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Hey, what is up. Coming at you from non-malignant brain tumor land! 45 staples in my dome are not going to fucking defeat me. I have been up since five something because of the fucking dogs. (This is the kinda list you get when I’m not writing them for work.) (Profanity warning!) When Steph took…
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Jerry considered himself more of a dessert reader. No serious literature. No nonfiction. Whatever fantastic escapist thing he could get his hands on, he devoured. Shelves of paperbacks and hardbacks wrapped the living room of his one-bedroom apartment. Books sat on end tables. Books propped up his computer monitors. Books took up any space not…
