Forget 5Ks and half marathons, I think I have to become an ultramarathoner.
Forget 5Ks and half marathons, I think I have to become an ultramarathoner.
I can tell you two things after reading Gillian Flynn’s “Sharp Objects.” First, if you say that a character is left handed, like all geniuses, I will flag that page. Second, Flynn remains someone I would not want to end up with in a dark room.
Some of us have a much easier time growing up than others. That’s not a startling revelation, but it’s good to be reminded of that from time to time as we go through the world and encounter people whose experience with this world is very different from our own.
Several years ago, a roommate questioned the character of a time-tested tool I own and wondered why I hadn’t replaced it with a newer model.
Dear friends at Taco Bell,
I have a rare complaint. First, though, I’d like to use the time honored method of cutting the tension between us by saying something nice before I get into the bad stuff.
Knowledge is a weird thing. You can go your entire life completely oblivious to a fact, and then have it come up multiple times right in a row.
The problem: with no other home, bottles of wine were forced to live in a box on the floor in my dining room.
The solution: get a wine rack. Or rather, get materials that could be made into a wine rack.
You don’t need me to introduce you to House of Cards, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt or Arrested Development on Netflix. I’m assuming society surely has taken care of that by now. But I can direct your queue’s attention to a show called Terrace House.
Video game coders have to focus on a lot of details, but it’s the small, random ones that can make players laugh. Or maybe we give them credit anyway when a coincidence happens.
It doesn’t happen all that often, but occasionally the Washington sports calendar features a Nationals game during the day and a Capitals game at night. My family has talked many times about doing the doubleheader, but never made it happen.
