Like many of you, I’ve been reading a lot about the Kathy Sierra debacle the past few days. And because I’ve been asked more than a few times how I managed to continue forward here on Sweetney after my own (melo)dramatic troll-related incident(s), I just wanted to pass on what could be loosely described as … CONTINUE READING »
The Miller Metamorphosis

I’ve been far too busy recently to have many deep thoughts about much of anything, but if there’s been one Big, Weighty Matter I’ve been mulling over in my head at all of late, its most certainly this: I am utterly horrified by what’s become of Dennis Miller.
Even froggies get the blues
Soon after the death of Jim Henson, Kermit the Frog turned to a life full of drugs, alcohol and sex. His fall to rock-bottom was quick and unrelenting. I am equal parts disturbed and amused… Okay, maybe that’s more like a 60/40 split. Courtesy of sadkermit.com
Somehow all of this is Bruce Willis’s fault
Question: When exactly did I become such a pussy? I ask this in light of an event that took place this weekend. On Saturday night J wanted to watch a movie, and we quickly skimmed through the available TiVoed options: King Kong, which is something like three-and-a-half hours long, and who has time for three-and-a-half … CONTINUE READING »
Rebirth

I spent most of the weekend digging out our front garden, excavating the dead remains of last year’s blooms to make room for the new growth. A few photos of Spring’s recent progress:




