Colin Dullaghan

Are you listening? Because I’m about to show you the way to a priceless fortune, a forgotten cache of riches buried under years of disco, grunge, aguilerica and other residue sedimented by the decades.
Start by going to the iTunes music store. Once you get there, turn into the “R&B/Soul” genre. Then find the path to [...]

My wife decided on hamburgers for dinner tonight. Unfortunately, the path to the grill was impassable, covered in snow sprinkled with potting soil from an earlier project of hers, so we dragged out the George Foreman grill, plugged it in, and immediately tripped the circuit breaker for half the house.
After going around in the dark [...]

For those of you not familiar with the lovably bearded host of This Old House on PBS, the title of this entry is a reference to him and his handyman skills. It’s also a reference to a favorite blog of mine and its most recent entry, dated Nov. 22, 2004. I really wish the woman [...]

I am out of breath. I’ve been chasing a dog around downtown, trying to get him into a confined area so someone can capture him and take him to a vet. His tail is bleeding and has no fur left on it. There are drops of red in the snow where he has run [...]

-And that constitutes the sum total of what Penelope and I got out of watching the DVD “What The Universe Tells Me: Unraveling the Mysteries of Mahler’s Third Symphony.”
We paused it for a second to talk about something else, and afterward, as we sighed and turned back to the television to finish the movie, we [...]

So I was reading the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book the other day (Did you know there was a Scratch Renaissance in the mid-Sixties?) and learning about all these different things people can apparently cook. This is not some kind of specialist, hoity-toity Chef’s Reference Manual – it’s just a Cook Book, intended [...]

So I was reading the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book the other day (Did you know there was a Scratch Renaissance in the mid-Sixties?) and learning about all these different things people can apparently cook. This is not some kind of specialist, hoity-toity Chef’s Reference Manual – it’s just a Cook Book, intended [...]

So I was reading the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book the other day (Did you know there was a Scratch Renaissance in the mid-Sixties?) and learning about all these different things people can apparently cook. This is not some kind of specialist, hoity-toity Chef’s Reference Manual – it’s just a Cook Book, intended [...]

So I was reading the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book the other day (Did you know there was a Scratch Renaissance in the mid-Sixties?) and learning about all these different things people can apparently cook. This is not some kind of specialist, hoity-toity Chef’s Reference Manual – it’s just a Cook Book, intended [...]

So I was reading the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book the other day (Did you know there was a Scratch Renaissance in the mid-Sixties?) and learning about all these different things people can apparently cook. This is not some kind of specialist, hoity-toity Chef’s Reference Manual – it’s just a Cook Book, intended [...]

So I was reading the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book the other day (Did you know there was a Scratch Renaissance in the mid-Sixties?) and learning about all these different things people can apparently cook. This is not some kind of specialist, hoity-toity Chef’s Reference Manual – it’s just a Cook Book, intended [...]

In continuation of the theme of big jerks being put in their places by unlikely heroes, I’d now like to take a moment to relate another series of events from my own personal life – a series which, in my opinion, effectively encapsulates my disposition, or at least the disposition to which I aspire.
I have [...]

I read this somewhere this weekend:
“A blizzard is like a baby crying.
“There is the initial snowfall; then comes a momentary lull as the storm pauses and the baby goes quiet, both taking a deep breath for the second blast.”

I’m a twelve-year-old with a flat tire, and my dad is coming any minute to pick me up for the weekend.
His car pulls into the driveway just as my friend Brad and I are pushing the bike into the garage. I drag out the pump as Dad comes over to supervise. For whatever reason [...]

While installing a light in my closet just now, straining to see the wires I was routing, I actually thought to myself: “Hey, this would be a lot easier if there was a light in here.”

While installing a light in my closet just now, straining to see the wires I was routing, I actually thought to myself: “Hey, this would be a lot easier if there was a light in here.”

While installing a light in my closet just now, straining to see the wires I was routing, I actually thought to myself: “Hey, this would be a lot easier if there was a light in here.”

While installing a light in my closet just now, straining to see the wires I was routing, I actually thought to myself: “Hey, this would be a lot easier if there was a light in here.”

While installing a light in my closet just now, straining to see the wires I was routing, I actually thought to myself: “Hey, this would be a lot easier if there was a light in here.”

While installing a light in my closet just now, straining to see the wires I was routing, I actually thought to myself: “Hey, this would be a lot easier if there was a light in here.”