Posts Tagged ‘chuck’
Cancer’s a real motherfucker.
As you may know, my aunt passed away from cancer the other day. Colon cancer in particular. I wasn’t particularly close with this aunt, though my mother was, and that’s the hardest, seeing my mother deal with it. Further, notions of mortality once more trouble us all. I had a favorite aunt [...]
As it stands, the only thing I know right now about The Olympics is that the mascots are pretty goddamn adorable.
I mean, c’mon. The lumbering sasquatch, Quatchi? The “sea bear” (which I assume translates to “seal”), Miga? The ambiguous animal mash-up that is the “animal spirit,” Sumi? Then you have the poor little bastard, Mukmuk [...]
Today is the ascension of my wife to a new state of being — a brand new plane of existence.
You can practically hear the “ding.”
Yes, that’s right. My wife has hit one of those milestone ages. Finally, finally, she’s turned “sweet sixteen.” Let the fun begin! She can get her driver’s license! Woo to [...]
I want to tell you what happened during the Lab. I do. I mean, certainly you can imagine some elements of it — we eat food, we sleep in rooms, we talk craft together, we break into meetings with advisors, we watch a flurry of films, we sacrifice goats and other noisy animals to Ancient [...]
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Earlier, I’d heard rumblings from Rob Donoghue that he was putting into motion something known as “Operation: Wendig.” I assumed he forgot the ‘o’ on the end of it, and he was going to enter a deep freeze, transform into a carnivorous winter beast, and eat the hearts of those who oppose his tribe.
Turns out, [...]
