Small Life

I never collected dolls growing up (that’s more of a lament than a brag), but I’ve always been into miniatures. Who doesn’t appreciate the proxy luxuriousness of miniature silver and glassware?



You don’t know how to ski, but own a pair anyhow!



What do you get for the doll with everything? A miniature Big Mouth Billy Bass!!!



P.S. – My foot really, really hurts…so please be nice to me, because I can’t help the way I walk!

Hard Pour

After their game against North Carolina on Friday, my new favorite college basketball team is the Villanova Wildcats. My new favorite college basketball player is Kyle Lowry.







Also, from a TIME.com article on Terri Schiavo:

1990 Terri Schiavo suffers brain damage during cardiac arrest, a result of a potassium imbalance that may have been caused by her suspected bulimia. She emerges from her coma but does not regain consciousness. A Florida court appoints her husband Michael guardian.

Woah, Terri Schiavo was bulimic???

In Like A Lion

This morning I was leaving my girlfriend’s house and accidentally walked in front of some old Polish man shoveling snow. He was wearing an extra-long Oakland (or Los Angeles, depending) Raiders parka. By walking in front of him, I forced him to hold the snow in the shovel a few seconds longer than he probably would have normally. He called me an asshole, and when I apologized sincerely he gave me the middle finger.

I am not comfortable knowing my taxes help support jerks like this in their old age.