The Surgery of Hilary Federwhore

I’m sure I could do a little digging and find the last photo taken by my Canon PowerShot A550 (named Hilary Federwhore, because every camera should have a name to match the bitch’s personality), if I bothered to. I do know, without the search, that it was some time...

The Accidental Fisherman

Muddy by the Water I have this buddy who is an incredible cook and a hot-shit photographer. My kid is very partial to him, because he spoils her with pickles. She calls him “Muddy”, and I think he’s rather partial to her, as well, because whenever we...

Ta-DA!!

Now, don’t get all excited by the “Ta-DA”; I don’t have much in the way of “lawyer” news, yet. I have to admit, though, that I’m sick and tired of being pissed off, already. And I feel guilty about dissing The Sire on my very...

Guess What I Found on the “Dance Floor”…?

Right, so I worked a night shift today (or last night), and have not yet slept, although I’m working through the night again tomorrow (or today [or tonight]). You’ll have to excuse me; my brains have had a stir. See above. It’s a lonely vigil, the...

…Of Wheels and Walk-Abouts

So, the Mini-Van Saga is finally over…. and it turned out to be a trilogy, at that. I was originally going to be leasing The Fly-Mobile, so-named because it was The Fly-Girl’s ride, and she wanted to get rid of it. I liked that mini-van. Turns out, the...