Interrobangin’

Last Christmas, Tara got me a Word of the Day calendar. What does she think I am, some kind of grammar nerd?! Oh. Wait... Anyway. I keep it on my desk at work, and the first thing I do when I arrive in the office every morning is tear off the previous sheet to unveil … Continue reading Interrobangin’

Only Consequences (and Hush Puppies)

I did not expect my last post to generate such a strong response from my friends and readers. But a good number of them had much to say about whether or not I should eat those onion rings. It was all very eye-opening, I have to admit. The overwhelming consensus was that I should just … Continue reading Only Consequences (and Hush Puppies)

On Pleasure, Guilt, and Onion Rings

I've been waging an internal war over onion rings this week. Every summer, our fabulous local burger chain, Burgerville, rolls out their seasonal Walla Walla onion rings. These babies are amazing! Big, sweet slices of Washington state onions rolled in panko breadcrumbs and deep fried to crispy golden perfection.  Here's a photo I took last … Continue reading On Pleasure, Guilt, and Onion Rings

Sofa King Brilliant

I've been watching a lot of Shark Tank lately. In case you are unaware, this is a reality television show in which entrepreneurs pitch ideas to a group of well-known billionaire investors in the hopes of landing a business deal. It's entertaining as hell and highly addictive. Most of the proposals are silly (an alarm clock that awakens … Continue reading Sofa King Brilliant

Walking the Dinosaur

I slipped into a meeting at work yesterday morning carrying a red and white Netflix envelope containing a DVD I was planning on dropping into the mailbox across the street afterwards. Judging by the response from my coworkers, you'd think I'd shown up with some rare, barely-glimpsed artifact from a different era. "Is that an actual … Continue reading Walking the Dinosaur

Home is Where the Hotel Is

The first thing my mom said to me when we got back home from vacation was, "When are you moving to Utah?" "We're not," I replied. "Why would you think that?" But I knew exactly why she said it. Whenever we go someplace new and have a good time there, we get the itch to … Continue reading Home is Where the Hotel Is

One Mile Closer to the Sun

There was a moment Tuesday afternoon when I thought I was going to die. I was standing on a platform 7434' in the sky, looking down at a distressingly thin pair of cables about to whisk me on a 60-mph, 1400-foot drop, wondering how I'd gotten myself into such a jam. Maybe I'm being a … Continue reading One Mile Closer to the Sun