Nothing Remained But A Heap of Ashy, Sulfurous Paper Bits And The Aftertaste of Sausage

Welcome back to the real world. The Matrix has belched us all out again, and thus the Song of the EveryDay—a hymn of low, mournful tones—fills the air as those of us in the USA look past our weekend of summertime revelry. Time to set aside those incendiary devices for another year and we can … Continue reading Nothing Remained But A Heap of Ashy, Sulfurous Paper Bits And The Aftertaste of Sausage

The Joy of Childhood Crimes and Punishments

It's pretty much inevitable that sooner or later, no matter how well-intentioned the parents, there will come a day when <stay-at-home/work-from-home> parent will have that "Just sit there quietly and wait until <office-work-parent> gets home!" moment.  Unfortunately, Monday was that day at la casa de Puddin.  The two older boys, Puddinpop and Mini-Me, got into … Continue reading The Joy of Childhood Crimes and Punishments