As an American, I’ve been programmed to intone, zombie-like, “We’re number one. We’re number one.” However, despite the pioneering work of Thomas Edison, the earliest known motion picture, all 2 seconds of it, is French/British, from 1888. (The French! Mon … Continue reading
Category Archives: hellhole
Wednesday revelations
And so my unpaid vacation continues. Committed list-maker that I am, the air here is filled with plans and accomplishments. I’ve gotten my flu shot, did some secret banking that Mr. D doesn’t need to know about, picked up a … Continue reading
Dirtbunny’s Compulsive Need to Sort Photos and What it Means for You
One of my favorite sites on the interwebs is Juventiknows.com, an English-language site devoted to Juventus. Because *cue violins* poor Dirtbunny has no one in the whole wide real-life world to talk to *that’s enough with the violins–here’s a tenner–now … Continue reading
Wretched
Summer continues to trudge along Chez Nous. The farm box comes every Wednesday and the dogs beg for whatever might be in there, which lately has included a lot of kale. You want kale? OK, here you go: They greedily … Continue reading
Can you smell that?
If you ask Mr. D, he will almost invariably say “no.” His official position is that he can’t smell anything. So when you overhear him muttering this to the Yarn Bandit: I can’t stay mad at you, even though you … Continue reading
Dawn Patrol
So here I am, up real real early to start my workday and report the news. We had about a foot and a half of snow this weekend. It’s hard to know exactly because it has been windy and there … Continue reading
The Daily Decrepit
Surprise! That bit of rotted-out wood under the roofline? That’s not trim. That’s structural! Option A: Rip off the 3-year-old roof, replace the beam, rebuild the roof, and then paint. Option B: Treat it as best you can, cover it … Continue reading
Hellhole Roll Call
DB: Let’s begin. Okay then. Dennis? Dennis: Yo. DB: Do you have the keys to my shed? We couldn’t get in there this weekend. Dennis: Yeah. Sorry bout that. DB: Gilberto? Gilberto: Yes, ma’am. DB: Happy Birthday. Gilberto: Thank you. … Continue reading
The Daily Decrepit
I love rain, but every silver lining has a cloud.
The Daily Decrepit
There are so many layers of decrepit here, I don’t know where to begin, so I’ll let you do the counting. By the way, the metal grill there belongs to a package heating and cooling unit that is itself a … Continue reading