Year: 2005

  • Pasta

    I forgot to mention one important thing. Last night, we made our second round of homemade pasta together. This time, we used the Imperia Pasta Machine. It RULES. That’s about all I have to say about that. I am in love with this machine.

  • The Blizzard of 2005

    For Christmas this year, Melissa and my brother got us a gift certificate to Williams-Sonoma. I love Williams-Sonoma. Every year, they make hundreds of dollars off of me. Last year, I got Toby four Henckel knives. This year, we got my parents a Waffle Iron. For Toby’s birthday this year I got him an All-Clad…

  • It's 11 a.m. Do you know where my paper is?

    A few days ago I wrote a long post about how much I love my New York Times. On the same day I compared the New York Times to being my nighttime mistress, someone began to steal the bloody newspaper from our front porch. Yesterday, I got up early and crept downstairs in my pajamas.…

  • Regret

    Given the number of thoughtful email I have received today regarding what I not so thoughtfully wrote about above, I wish I had opened comments. I think people would have enjoyed it. I’m sorry.

  • In response to an email:

    P.S. Yes, I had heard of Al Jazeer. No, I didn’t know much about them outside of the media telling me how evil they are. Tho, if people keep stealing my New York Times, I might soon become a more ignorant fool. (Thieving bastard.) Incidentally, is there any way one can watch Al Jazeer in…

  • Control Me

    Yesterday, after I realized that someone actually stole my NYT I decided to watch the documentary we’ve been sitting on for a while called Control Room. While their tagline “Different Channels. Different Truths.” does an excellent job summarizing what one will discover, I’m going to go ahead and ramble about it anyway. After having watched…

  • forgive me, but the following post will be written in all caps

    SOME ASSCLOWN STOLE THE GOD DAMN NEW YORK TIMES OFF OF OUR GOD DAMN FRONT PORCH. HOW TOTALLY HUMOROUS OF THIS ASSHOLE; STEALING MY NEWSPAPER THE SAME DAY I WROTE ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THE BLOODY THING. TO THE ASSHOLE: MAY THE INK FROM ITS PERFECT PAGES FOREVER STAIN YOUR HANDS. MAY YOU SUFFER…

  • P.S. (i.e. Poop Script)

    I would like to take a moment to thank a kind woman named Anne for correcting me about an error I had written above. I meant to write “self-deprecating” and not “self-defecating.” I did not poop on myself.

  • My Mistress: A long story about how I met The Times

    (If a woman keeps a mistress is it then called a “Mister” because I’m not keeping a lady. Come to think of it, I’m not even keeping a man.) The New York Times has become my evening lover. After Toby gets home and we settle in beneath our blankets on our couches, I read the…

  • Healthcare

    There should be some healthcare provider rating guide (sort of like folks do with restaurants.) While I like to enjoy great food for a low price, or find the perfect ambiance to enjoy a glass of wine, I also like to know I’m not going to be visiting the Dead Ringer’s version of a Gynecologist.…