Back in the early 80s I badly wanted a set of Polk 10s.
Cats, deer, turkeys, cats, foxes and cats. As we get ready to move to a new house, here’s a collection of some of the wildlife we spotted in our back (and front) yard over the year
I followed the Times’ advice and downloaded my Facebook data. 83MB of data, over the last ten years. My whole address book because once I accidentally allowed Messenger to grab it.
And who knew? The facade of this building has been covered at least as long as I’ve lived in the area, which goes back to 1989.
You’re at a rehearsal, you can’t take the parts home, there aren’t any copies, so you snap it with your phone and print it out later and you get something not so great.
In their mad rush to show as many green “up” arrows as possible, they try and make you believe things that aren’t true. Money and the markets don’t care about your personal politics. Financial news needs to be objective, and not shade trendlines based on which party could benefit.
Last night cooking dinner I was chopping up an onion, something I’ve done countless times, and experienced a strange sensation. My eyes started burning and watering.
It’s kind of amazing how far we’ve come in turning the dark dark cellar of the house into something that’s actually a livable space. I mean, look at this from 2 1/2 years ago: And now this: Or from this: To this: What is now the seating area looked like this: And now this: Even […]
(eyes rolling) It’s not just incorrect, it’s lazy.
This was a funny Portlandia episode once.