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Feb 26
Follow up: Donegal Danny
Some time ago I opined that the folk song Donegal Danny contained an erroneous lyric, e.g., “the cries of drowning men.” At the time I snarkily mentioned that the only sound thatI thought drowning men would make was, “glub.” Well, it turns out that I am right. There is an excellent article at Slate called ‘Drowning …
Feb 21
Guss’ Pickles: best pickles ever
I found these in the cooler at my local Walmart out in the sticks. They are easily the best pickles I have ever had, better than Clausen, Vlasic, Heinz, anybody. All that stuff in the bottom is garlic and pickling spices. Guss’ pickles are nice and crisp and cucumber-colored instead of being dyed artificial yellow-green. Unfortunately …
Feb 18
Pine Martens
In An Innocent in Scotland, the author describes the scene from one of the bed and breakfasts he lodges at: ‘On a lamp table in the dining room there’s a little stuffed [taxidermied] animal, some kind of weasel sitting there with a little bushy tail and the sweetest look on its face. “Who shot that little …
Feb 13
Typecast
I swear, you write one blog post about accidentally giving a prostitute a lift and next thing you know you have this in your search stats:
Feb 08
Krampus comes back from college for Christmas
“Ma, I’m home!” “I’m in the kitchen, Krampus! Come give your mom a hug.” “Maaaaa!” “You know the rules, Krampus–no hugs, no dinner.” Krampus lumbered into the kitchen, dumped his bags on the floor, and limply hugged his mother. “Hey, ma, I brought a friend home from college. This is Nick. Nick, this is my ma, …
