Entries from May 2005

I am (not) an old man

Post 1

I leaned over in my desk chair to excitedly tell Brian, one of my summer student workers, that an ex-FBI official had revealed himself as Deep Throat only to have Brian look at me blankly and guiltily. I expounded, trying for some recognition, and got some response with the word ‘Watergate.’ It’s not like I was [...]


Glorious Long Weekend

Post 2

It is Sunday night and I do not have to go to work tomorrow. Hooray! I have had a wonderful weekend of progress on the house and delicious food and relaxation. Sara, Skip, Brian and I drank and played Life on Friday night—I lost to Sara by $50,000 but we retired together on Millionaire Row. [...]


Har Har Har, Tim Allen Style

Post 3

This evening, Charlie and I installed three items in the Pink Bathroom with the help of Sandy’s power drill. First, we mounted a bracket for the detachable shower head so that one can take a real shower, standing up without holding the shower head. Next, we put in two chrome and porcelain 24″ towel bars—I [...]


Currently Battling Virii with a Miniaturized Spaceship Piloted by an 80s Actor

Post 4

The doctor’s office called today to tell me the results of my physical. My cholesterol and blood pressure and all those sort of values are amazing, as would be expected. I am free from all STDs, life-threatening and embarrassing all. Doctor Song does, however, want to see me in two weeks because I have a [...]


Weekend Recap, Part I

Post 5

My weekends never turn out as expected or planned. I always hope for productivity and progress on the house and exercise and cooking but never follow through as much as I should. I should have painted the living room. I should have cut down trees in the backyard. I should have fixed up the main [...]


Blindy McBlinderson

Post 6

Charlie and I installed aluminum mini-blinds yesterday evening in my room and in Brian’s. They were surprisingly simple to install, only requiring four screws per set. Now, Brian can disrobe without fear of Peeping Toms and need not struggle with the solar alarm clock that blasts through his window each morning. I have neither modesty [...]


Timber!

Post 7

It seems my tired arm muscles are influencing my dreams. Yesterday, I spent a few hours in the hot afternoon cutting down offending trees in my backyard, which is thick and dark with overgrowth and weeds. I attacked every branch with a 24″ Bow Saw, leaving my arms and shoulders aching from the decimation. So, last [...]