Colin Dullaghan

I see that Susan Sontag, the famous writer and “intellectual,” has died at age 71. That’s pretty old, I suppose, and it’s not like she missed much in her days here. I read that her book collection, which filled every wall of her apartment, has been acquired by UCLA.
Even with the archiving of the books, [...]

I am an outspoken proponent of the iTunes Music Store. On the day after Christmas, when the streets are impassable and the malls are intolerable, it’s awfully nice to sit down, redeem your gift certificates and buy new music without changing out of your jammies.
And the price is more than reasonable, in my opinion. One [...]

Isn’t this beautiful? There must be a foot of snow here – all from last night! Well, I’m sure the car will get through it all right… let’s just back out of the garage here…
Ooh, look at that – stuck. Looks like I made it at least a good ten, fifteen feet, though… almost a [...]

Hmm… I create a path in which others may follow, but *my* path does not exist until I create it. And yet, that path can only be created with the traction my tires get on cleared ground – the ground cleared only moments earlier by the very plow they are pushing.
So there had to [...]

Whooo-ee! I’m aiming right for that dog’s nose!

So I’m sitting at my desk, finally tapping away at my new laptop, when something new occurs to me that hasn’t occurred to me in the past: my left pinky fingernail is a little too long.
Yep, every time I go to type an A or hold down the shift key on this new-spangled contraption, [...]

I’m posting this entry from a shiny new laptop that is sitting on a totally clear desk (except for one picture of my wife) in my brand new office. I have a phone I’ve never used, a copy of Microsoft Word here that I’ve yet to break out of the plastic and a 60-Gigabyte hard [...]

Drawing on my full seven months of spousehood, I’d now like to share the secret of wedded harmony.
My wife was real cranky at lunch. Real cranky. She gave me guff about writing about my coworker in the last entry here, and insisted that I never write about her, and went on to declare that I [...]

My coworker just stumbled in the door and sat down at her desk. When asked how she was doing, she said that right now she’s two dwarves: Sleepy and Grumpy.
Later, though, she anticipates turning into Happy, or perhaps Doc.

Today I’d like to share with you two tales involving microwave ovens – one about the perils of this mysterious technology gone awry and one good old-fashioned story about a dumb-ass golfer.
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My friend Brad is not stupid. He’s a bright guy, and so’s his wife Jenny, except female, and I imagine their newborn son Calvin [...]

I’m starting a new job on Monday, so this week I’ve been trying to finish things up here around the office. It’s hopeless. That’s okay, though – everyone understands that I’m ready to move on, and they know they’ll get along fine without me, just like they did before I came. We’re not really sure [...]

One glance at our stairwell was all he needed. The smudged yellow finish on the plaster walls, ignored for two years by yours truly, who only ever noticed that it seemed awfully smooth and evenly coated, apparently consists of something ancient and oil-based, and fatal.
He and I ran our fingertips over the surface, each [...]

I hate to break it to you, but “champagne” is really just beige.

“Thank you for choosing McDonald’s, can I help you?”
He orders clearly and quickly and hears himself saying please and thank you. When he pulls up to the window, fidgeting with his coat pocket, the cashier is not just smiling, she’s laughing. At first he is a little offended and confused, but he quickly decides [...]

I was all set to write about my experience in the McDonald’s drive-thru when the hubbub down by my boss Jennifer’s office distracted me. So I strolled on down, and when I peered around the corner to see what was up she was in the middle of pulling the wrap off a huge bouquet of [...]

The word “porch” makes me laugh, especially when misspelled “portch.”
No one knows why.

I’m convinced Photos.com is run by pornographers. My coworkers and I regularly use the site to find images for various projects, and are pleased by the quality of our results – the photographic quality, that is. Make no mistake, it’s only the highest resolution, crisp, clear smut that comes up in our browser windows.
Innocuous searches [...]

“You try to push down the boy with the ball.”

“You try to push down the boy with the ball.”

“You try to push down the boy with the ball.”