Colin Dullaghan :: 2005

28 February, 2005

I thought my pants were brown, but my wife says they’re green. It’s hard to tell for sure.
It’s usually no big deal, but today I forgot and wore them with a green sweater, and she looked at me funny. I was having a rough morning, though, and she kindly chose not to mention it. [...]

26 February, 2005

Now, I don’t know everything, and this isn’t any kind of criticism of the job she did, but I’m pretty sure the lady who cut my hair today was drunk.
She dropped the comb at least three times, and kept jumbling up her words. Plus she admitted that she used to send her kids to the [...]

25 February, 2005

117_1701 Originally uploaded by This Guy Colin.
And here’s one from the time I saved Penny from a giant beetle at the St. Louis Zoo.

24 February, 2005

So you write a tactfully harsh review in a local alternative newsweekly, criticizing the premise and attendees of a hunting expo…
(http://www.nuvo.net/archive/2005/02/23/its_stuffed_krissy.html)
…and their Google ad sense program slaps ads for deer hunting expeditions and taxidermy services on there.
How great is that?

22 February, 2005

In the twelfth grade – and now I’ve divulged my age, to any strangers reading this: you know I’m older than a twelfth-grader – I stayed after class one afternoon for an important conversation with my English teacher.
(Not to get sidetracked again, but we’re not supposed to call them English teachers anymore, because, after all, [...]

18 February, 2005

Mysterious Dots Originally uploaded by This Guy Colin.
I like dots in general, but I especially like these dots, in this particular order.

There are those who enjoy the pretty words in our language, the mellifluous, lugubrious, love-letter words we use to celebrate pretty things like sunrises and neck kisses and tulips. And those are alright, I guess.
Me, I like the dirty words. I love the words we choose to describe objects we not only do not want [...]

14 February, 2005

Oh man. It just occurred to me – because I just read it – that the age of 27 is cursed. Turns out all kinds of famous people – Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, etc. – died at 27.
Do you realize what this means?! *I’m* 27 *right* *now*.
Good thing I’m [...]

13 February, 2005

There’s a fairly universal observation among children that drinking milk is strange. “Who in the world,” the child wonders aloud, “ever thought of squeezing the underside of a cow… and then *drinking* what came out?” After a few more moments of reflection, he might add “Grody!” as an emphatic afterthought.
I was a fairly [...]

9 February, 2005

When my wife set up this online journal, I don’t think either of us realized what she was actually giving me. Writing a journal is like having a whole second life. And now that I have this second life, I’ve noticed some things about it that remind me a lot of the other one, the [...]

8 February, 2005

I’ve decided to lobby vigorously to have the official spelling of “Hammer” changed to “Whammer.”

7 February, 2005

I just wanted to type [ouch] a few words [ooh] here with my fingers [ow], to let you all know just how much work it is to get these new space-age beanbag jobbers in functional condition.
Somebody here at work ordered us two “love sacs” as office seating, and while I can see how their cushy, [...]

2 February, 2005

It recently occurred to me that I’m inordinately fond of relatively inconsequential things.
(-Not that groundhogs are inconsequential. Imply as much around my friend Evan and he’ll probably throttle you, for he adores the critters and should definitely wear a live one as a hat.)
Stuff like internet abbreviations, I mean. I love that people are [...]

1 February, 2005