Dos and Don’ts of a Restorative Weekend
DON’TS: Answer the phone. Get up early. Cook. Think or talk about anything serious. DOS: Hang out with your mother and sister and meander around the St. Lawrence Market, checking out vendors, eating sushi and sausages (alas, no pictures this time). Take pictures of your mother doing the chicken dance next to the smoked and…
Gotcha!
Life is hopping. Hopping so much, in fact, that I don’t have time to be witty, pithy, wise or even mildly entertaining. Hence a cop-out photo of the Moocher in an embarrassing position to amuse you while I address the 1,758.73 things on my list. p.s. Really. At least half of that is fur.
A Classic Andersen Outing
The highlight of the weekend was a visit from the radiant parents-to-be, which evolved into a quintessential Andersen moment. I should mention – for the purists among you – that although my brother-in-law was not born an Andersen, he is a naturalized one and well… just roll with it. As has already been established, we’re…
Circle of Life
I’ve spent the past 3 days wondering how you follow a post about a terrorist attack. There is no natural segue from that. Then I decided to follow the example of Londoners and bloody well get on with life. And what better way than…. Introducing (drumroll, please)…. My brilliant sister, Janne (who would be my…
Going Too Far?
After a thoroughly gasping hot week (or it might have been an eternity – I can’t remember), it finally cooled down a bit this weekend. It was a huge relief after temps as high as (with humidex) 44. For non-metric users, that’s 111F. That’s enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, I think, and…
An Immigrant Moment
I was born in Denmark and spent the first 20 years of my life there. In 1982, my parents decided to go to Canada for a couple of years and as I couldn’t bear to live in another country than my family (and was thoroughly disenchanted with studying English at the university there), I decided…
Comment Problems
I’m having some trouble with my new comment section sometimes not accepting comments. If this happens and you want to say something righthisveryinstant, email me at landers5 AT gmail DOT com. This weekend looks increasingly like I’m going to be spending it uninstalling Haloscan…
Hello Old Friend
I can’t remember not being able to read.Although I have memories from an age where I know I couldn’t read, I don’t remember looking in books and not knowing the magic of letters making words making stories. My first day of school is still clear in my mind. The incapacitating nausea of excitement and nerves,…
A Visit From Nemesis
I have several questions, all related to yesterday’s post, in which I perhaps a smidge too happy about the ease with which Haloscan installed. To wit: 1. Where did my old comments go? 2. Why does the blasted thing not display the accurate number of comments? 3. What is trackback and why would I want…
Finally
A while back I whinged about not having an email field in my comments and someone (sorry, I’ve forgotten who) suggested Haloscan, for my comment section. Naturally, I promptly checked it out, saw that it involved placing HTML code into my… er… thingy (I’m sure there’s a much more professional-sounding – and less kinky –…