Chez Les Poulets

Ce matin j’ai debroussaillé chez les poulets!
I know that sounds incredibly sexy if you read it out loud (assuming you can read French correctly) but it’s really not, I assure you. If you spoke français, you would understand that what it means is that I spent the morning with a scythe and some hedge [...]

Don’t Tell The Toaster, But…

I need to keep this brief; the toaster has been giving me the evil eye all day, and I think that’s because it knows that I’m about to talk about feelings. I’ve known something was wrong ever since it burned my toast, even though I had it set to two (out of ten), and [...]

Flying Like Richard Grieco

So often, fear of flying is used as a metaphor, wherein someone describes being afraid to achieve the greatest heights of excellence for whatever silly reason. Regular readers will be familiar with my total awesomeness and know that I have no such metaphorical fears; in the literal sense, however, flying scares the everloving [...]

Liver! Feelings! Robots!

Late-night Greek food leaves something to be desired, and I think the stewed goose livers that I thoroughly enjoyed at about three o’clock this morning might not have been the best idea after all. To be honest, I have absolutely no idea what it was, but after years of eating at Taco Bell, that’s [...]

It Starts With Goodbye

You imagine that it’ll happen in the train station, drawn out with tearful hugs and then a final wave as one rides off while the other stands on the platform, watching the train disappear into the distance.  It doesn’t make the fact that you’re saying goodbye to someone special any easier, but at least you’ll [...]