This is a mole.
This is also a mole.
I am sorry to have had to launch the above horrors on you, but those are things you need to be familiar with before reading this next thing. (Yeah, and about the redline insertions: . . . → Read More: Let’s Call It a Freckle (OS:S in the E-T on the 1/1)
Climbed up in the stirrups this morning and started passing the time as has become my routine: by taking more sock-and-paper-gown and/or alarmingly-odd medical equipment pictures. There’s a whole collection of these photos on my phone. Which reminds me that I need to make sure I’ve set up the remote-data-wipe feature on my . . . → Read More: Behold! The Amazing and Talented Dr. Gynecologoccult!
Friday was Other Such’s second birthday. In keeping with true Other Such style, the server on which the site was hosted crashed. And then flailed about in a weekend-long temper tantrum. It was finally traded in (or so the host tells me) sometime on Monday for a new server. A nice server. A . . . → Read More: OtherSuchiversaryday No. 2
Remember those fun standardized test analogy thingys? The ones that went something like:
A is to B as C is to ______
Or, when they were really fancy, substituting colons and double-colons for all the “is to” and “as” clutter:
A:B :: C:____
Well, here’s an OtherSuch Smellnalogy for you:
. . . → Read More: A Smellnalogy
From the OtherSuchucopia (you know, the funky horn from which an abundance of randomocity overflows):
One After a roller-coaster several weeks, my father is home–and doing well. Like really well. Like…just thank you, Lord.
The doctors’ recommendations of last week that we meet with hospice now feel like an . . . → Read More: An OtherSuchucopia
If 2011 has a theme, and, to be clear, IT SOOOO DOES, it is The Year of Perseverance.
If I were to write out a list (meaning “here comes that list”) of themes for every year of my life (they all have one), a sampling might go something like:
1977 – . . . → Read More: Pershoeverance
Okay, so she stuffed a Cheerio up her nose on Wednesday. Big deal.
Because on Thursday?
She jumped in between me and a cabinet, whooping and exclaiming that she had squished a bug.
And indeed she had.
Considering . . . → Read More: Arachnophogiveness
Last week I wrote out the obituary for OSS/TOVG Blackberry Messengering. The farewell homage, combined with the incoming messages pressuring me to abandon it in favor of something new, seem to have encouraged my phone reconsider its behavior over the last year. Not only have I not had any dropped calls, spontaneous speakerphone . . . → Read More: Vocabulatreasure: Commercializedding
Last month, I had The Husband read over the draft of the first Other Such: Shelbyville column before I submitted it. The Internet affords the ability to correct a typo if (IF) I notice it later. Newsprint is not so forgiving.
It took several reworkings last month to get the column . . . → Read More: Preface: I Love Him Just Fine
You probably did not realize it, but I am a champion today. Right now, at this very moment, not one but TWO toddlers are napping in my house. What’s more? It’s been a morning and afternoon of the sweetest play ever in the history of children playing. Ever. That joyful shrieking you heard . . . → Read More: “Other Such: Shelbyville” Rerun (OS:S in the E-T on the 9/5)