If the trailers made “Mirror, Mirror” look like a comedy, it’s because they had the funniest parts. Maybe I should have known better.
The Pillsbury Doughboy reminds my wife of the Michelin Man. But I wouldn’t poke the Michelin Man in the belly. I don’t think he’d laugh.
Flamingos would be even cooler if they were flaming o’s.
Johnson, the language blog at The Economist, reported the winning entry in the World Palindrome Championships.
Holy cow. If you want to read some droll Internet commentary, scroll down to the Reasonable Discussion section of any given film review on The A.V. Club, such as for the anti-abortion film October Baby. Each one another Oscar Wilde. 😛
Speaking of Chinese restaurants, we ordered Chinese for the first time since last spring’s outing to that nasty downtown place.
I was thinking that I’d like to hear Mike Daisy review local Chinese restaurants.
We pedaled up to the Devonian Fossil Gorge at Coralville Lake and looked for fossils like this hexagonaria.
I wonder if I can just buy the orange cheese dust that comes on Cheetos and use it as a condiment.
You may know that gay marriage is legal here in Iowa. You may also know that some would like to reverse that legality.
It is not easy to come up with a team name for Long Island.
We saw this dog have a relaxing Sunday while his master fished nearby.
I saw the tree outside the window is growing its leaves.
A visitor from Kansas commented that Wisconsin is not in the Midwest. It’s in the Northeast, she said.
I’m observing this Hawaiian-style weather by wearing my aloha shirt.
I set aside “A People’s History of the United States” in favor of the back of the Cheerios box.
Most readers don’t turn to the funny pages to see a patient getting raped by her doctor. Just put in the OpEd section.
Yesterday morning a Cooper’s hawk flew right by me while I was opening our garage door.
I’ve finally given up on winter. Spring is here. I know because I saw three pairs of flies copulating on the windows.
The sky is full of planets tonight.