Colin Dullaghan

I’m a guy who likes a good natural phenomenon joke. Tell me all about your hail the size of frozen turkeys; I’ll yuk it up. Bring me the tales of rain coming down in buckets, enough rain to swallow a truck. Even your occasional snap sandstorm has a certain comic potential.
Here in the midlands of [...]

Okay, I’m like a year late to the party on this, and only found out about it because of a Slate article, but I did just stumble across this great video blog by Ze Frank, who is evidently really famous and popular. It’s from last July, and it’s about what we do with our ideas. [...]

A couple years back, I pointed out how much my friend Grace rocks. I believe I said something about how her rockingness is one major cause and an equally major effect of her decision to pursue her dream of becoming a nurse.
Well, the rockingness continues. Last week she joined the University of Indianapolis’s medical [...]

Go. See. This. Movie. Now.
It should be available through Netflix, or Blockbuster, or Amazon, or your local library. It’s a documentary about two friends in a retirement home, and it will make you laugh, cry, reflect on your own mortality, resolve to call your grandma, and generally have a very hard time getting up, walking [...]

“Um, Colin?”
“Yeah?” I answer from the couch, folding shut my magazine, stifling a yawn. The Mrs. is standing across the room, glaring at a piece of furniture.
“Do you think that chest of drawers would look better here than this trunk thing?”
“I don’t know, Lope. Maybe.”
She stares down at the trunk and exhales loudly. I really [...]

Oh man, did you read about that dude in Ireland who got arrested in the hotel room with the donkey? And how he was all rigged up in latex and handcuffs, but he couldn’t get out of the handcuffs because the donkey had swallowed the key and then smashed up the room and the mini-bar [...]

Bingo, Lorna.
On Saturday afternoon, Lope and I went up to Asheville, NC (actually Waynesville, which is a surprisingly picturesque little Hamlet outside Asheville), and picked up my new ride — a 2004 Suzuki V-Strom.
And yeah, Michele, that bob job was pretty tempting, and my knees did get all wobbly when I saw the extra photos [...]

I get a new bike! And it’s not even my birthday! I’m freaking out here!
And I generally avoid using exclamation points!
It’s that familiar old tale. You know how it goes: Boy has bike. Boy loves bike. Boy explores everything in sight.
Boy moves to South Carolina and gets bike STOLEN (grrr) by dirty dirtbags at [...]

I get a new bike! And it’s not even my birthday! I’m freaking out here!
And I generally avoid using exclamation points!
It’s that familiar old tale. You know how it goes: Boy has bike. Boy loves bike. Boy explores everything in sight.
Boy moves to South Carolina and gets bike STOLEN (grrr) by dirty dirtbags at [...]

I get a new bike! And it’s not even my birthday! I’m freaking out here!
And I generally avoid using exclamation points!
It’s that familiar old tale. You know how it goes: Boy has bike. Boy loves bike. Boy explores everything in sight.
Boy moves to South Carolina and gets bike STOLEN (grrr) by dirty dirtbags at [...]