Today is the first in the last 27 days that I am alone at The Farm. That’s right! That Hip Gimp, Mr. Big Food, has resumed almost normal activities and has returned to campus all by himself. And I’m left here contemplating the fact that, no, I am not going do a month’s worth of
The Pumpkin That Wouldn’t Smile It’s Raggedy Ann & Andy. Enjoy!
S/b “pumpkin’s” TWiP
The Week in Pictures
Sidebar images from American Digest
At Instapundit just now, linking to this. If you’ll bear with me while I do some Hip Gimp related tidying up around the joint, I’ll tell you why. Oh what the heck? I’ll tell you why now. It’s because they are insufferable little prigs, that’s why. More on this to come.
Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Easy to Be Hard Mama Told Me Not To Come Celebrate! Liar! There was no baseball last night, so I read Mr. Big Food the list of albums I’ve cleaned and are ready to play. He skipped past The Who, Kinky, The Stones, Jerry Jeff, wondered who owned James Taylor (Sweet Caroline, I was young
As I mentioned, Mr. Big Food is a Hip Crip— confined to the Den with only his work ethic, baseball, and the occasional rant about Joe Moorhead to entertain himself. Until… . Back in a corner of the Bunkhouse there are two boxes of record albums that for all intents and purposes have not been
Good Morning Readers— assuming there are any left after my extended absence. Allow me to bring you up to speed about what’s happening here in my little corner of the planet. A little over a week ago Mr. Big Food tripped, fell, and— as we eventually learned a few days after the fall—fractured his Ischial
Most fools think they are only ignorant. Benjamin Franklin, 1748 He that makes an Ass of himself must not take it ill if Men ride him. Thomas Fuller, 1732 None is a fool always, everyone sometimes. George Herbert, 1640 Anybody who feels at ease in the world today is a fool. Robert Hitchens, 1959 Heh.
Unless there’s something watch-worthy about the weather— which there most definitely is not today same as yesterday and tomorrow, hot— my first stop of the day is lileks.com, the bleat. James Lileks’ father died not long ago and we, his readers, have been sorting through what’s in the house.
The Food Truck was a big hit. Everyone except graduate students and post-docs chipped in $10. There was complete agreement that the food available at the Food Truck was far superior to the awful $22 boxed lunches provided by the hotel the day before. All things considered, Mr. Big Food and I were out 10
This sounds good– better than pumpkin spiced anything. ICED TEA SUPERB Makes 4 to 5 glasses 3 Tbsp tea (choice blend of Indian and Ceylon) Small bottle fresh mint leaves 3 teacups cold water, brought to a boil ¾ C sugar Juice of 2 medium-size limes, strained Crushed ice Scald teapot. (“Use a china or
As you may have guessed, we did a spot of traveling, which cut into blogging time, over the weekend. Yesterday, I had “no service” on my phone and concomitantly, no internet service. Gee. Wonder if the two could be related? Look forward to a rant on tech support in the near future just as soon