Three and one-half inches of powdery snow fell here in Washington yesterday, and I used that as an excuse to hang out at home with Cerise and Twinkle. Veronica decided not to venture forth either, which, being a Californian, is what I would expect from her – as a matter of fact, she’s been obsessing… Continue reading Buck Rogers Flies Coach
The Little Black Box from Hell
About three-thirty this afternoon, Gretchen took some ME camphor from the little tin of it I gave her that she keeps in her desk, smeared a dab under each nostril, and turned our recently installed, custom-built office ventilation system all the way up to ten. About four-twenty – late, as expected – “Ahmed” showed up. Gretchen… Continue reading The Little Black Box from Hell
Last Call for Folderol
I stopped by the Round Robin Bar after work today, and was enjoying a nice raspberry Stoli and Kahlua white Russian when Gretchen buzzed me on my Blackberry. She was working late at the office, putting in some overtime preparing my business income tax information for the CPA. April fifteenth isn’t getting any farther away,… Continue reading Last Call for Folderol
Stupid Is as Stupid Does
Gretchen kept telling me, all morning long today, that my dear sister-in-law Katje was calling, desperate to speak with me. So, when I had a spare moment between consultations, I called her back. Tom: Katje, what’s up? Katje: It’s Rob Roy. He’s gone totally bull [expletive]. Tom: About what? Katje: Sarah Palin. Last night, Rob… Continue reading Stupid Is as Stupid Does
Chucky, Chucky, Bo-Bucky, Banana-Fana Fo-…
A significant portion of my business comes from referrals, so my three o’clock consultation wasn’t unusual for that reason. The person who referred him, however, is rather remarkable, because Xhioubiozi “Chucky” Baozhuhua came to visit me upon the recommendation of my kid brother, Rob Roy. Chucky seemed a bit nervous as he entered my office.… Continue reading Chucky, Chucky, Bo-Bucky, Banana-Fana Fo-…