wandering wordsmith

Third problem has arisen… er, not arisen… aargh, you know what I mean. This balloon plooofed out, too, and sags limply in despair.
I am doomed.

Snaotheus conned me into purchasing a half-gallon of cranberry juice at the same time he conned me into buying half-a-beer-store’s worth of packaged and processed barley and hops. “You can make cranberry hooch!” he announced.
All right. I got around to putting sugar and yeast (Montrachet) in the cranberry juice last week. My understanding is that […]

One thing you gotta say for Snaotheus and KrisDi: They feed you rilly rilly good. I drove down yesterday intending and expecting to just hang out at the house, and they stuffed me full of the ineffably wonderful Naan ‘n’ Curry food for lunch, then we trucked over to Pam’s Kitchen for our first experience […]

No messages or posts from any of you three boyos about whatever Astonishing and Amazing Off-the-wall Project you intended to do over Christmas at Dad’s? Did you poop out? I’m so disappointed not to have heard about it!

KrisDi and Snaotheus lent me The Stupidest Angel to read, by Christopher Moore. This obnoxious young man has joined the ranks of exactly three (now) authors who can make me fall out of bed laughing. It was utterly delightful, and thoroughly, charmingly twisted. I’d put it on y’all’s lists, fersure.
I’ve seen a few movies lately. […]