From the category archives:
I have no idea what the average life expectancy of a blog is, and I don’t have time to find out. Why? Because a much more exciting project has taken over my life. So it’s time to retire this baby. (No, it’s not a baby). Also, I’m 40 now, and I really don’t feel like coming [...]
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Happy big-ass birthday to me. Here’s the alligator I celebrated with. Please, no interviews. He’s a very private crocodilian.
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Just in time for Halloween, Keeper unfurled some fang upon the world. There are fewer functional fangs available these days, as evidenced by this rare close-up, but he still gets his point across pretty well.
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Our newly adopted Hannah has been successfully reintroduced to indoor living, that is, artificial lighting, climate-controlled temperatures, stain-resistent carpeting, and occasional encounters with the indoor wildebeest known as Keeper. After an initial battle for dominance, both parties decided they were too damn old to fight, retired to their assigned corners, and promptly fell asleep.
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It’s strange to have a creation out there, a deeply mutated version of yourself, running loose and screwing everything up. I wonder if this is how parents feel. –Dexter Morgan
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Keeper and I have fostered lots of dogs, but we rarely knew much about their life stories. With Hannah, we do. She’s family. One more casualty of divorce, foreclosure, and a down economy. Then why does she look so serene? I have to presume it’s the river, which has also kept me sane here in [...]
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Seven months in Florida have been full of twists, turns, and false starts, but it looks like I’ve found a place to settle in (see: “settle in” above). How do I know? Signs. Signs! The first giveaway that Jacksonville would fit: Dance Trance is within walking distance of my house. Duh. If I drove 10 [...]
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The golden years are affording Keeper the time to take on several new hobbies. A favorite is removing bath mats in order to nap on a nicely chilled floor.
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Yes, I drove right by it on the way from Richmond to Miami. No, I never considered living there. I mean, if I’m going to live in the dumbest state around it better be in its hottest city, am I right? And what’s sexier than a proper Miami address? Well, as we’ve seen with The Weiner, when you [...]
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