Soppho

When I handed over the fabric to Mom, I probably should have specified which way I wanted the birds to fly.

This is what happens when I forget my razor at my mother’s house over the holidays. It’s terribly convenient in that you can shave your legs, trim your bangs, and cut snowflakes out of construction paper all at the same time, or, if limb retention is important to you, all within five minutes.
This may seem [...]

When we were younger, I always dreaded the Christmas season for one reason. Okay, two reasons, but we’ll leave my terror of Mall Santa Claus out of this for now, thanks. I dreaded the holiday season because I knew that sooner or later Mom would exclaim, “Let’s go look at the Christmas lights!” and the [...]

In honor of Sesame Street’s 40th anniversary this month, B sent me along this little number, with a note:
“Mediocre Sesame Street song featuring the Count, but it really shines at the 55-second mark, with the arrival of dancing bats.”
(I suggest you heed his advice and skip on in to :55)

I haven’t seen Sesame Street in [...]

I was going through old emails this morning, and found this one from my Dad, dated from my senior year of college. I actually went through the trouble of seeking out and forwarding this one to myself from my old college email account when it was about to expire. The topic is hardly remarkable; several [...]