“Shahhhhpping!”
We begin our roast of Christmas present in the retail ring. Have we left things out? Probably. That’s what the comment section is for. And therapy. And bourbon.

We should say right up front here that we don’t actually hate the holidays. Well, maybe Keckler does, but I don’t think so; I think she’s like me, in that she finds many things about …

I suspect that “pwaft” needs no definition, but I will let you supply your own in the comments section for a while and then formally update the entry.
Update: “Pwaft” is both a noun and a …

Hobey V-E-T / I realized yesterday that I spell out the word “vet” even when typing it, lest His Orange Eminence figure out what’s going on from the acoustics of the laptop keys and disappear. …

I live close to Green-Wood Cemetery. I like it there, walking around in all the stories.
Long ago, the stories went right onto the headstones. One young man — I’ll call him “Martin V.B. Thompson,” though …

Happy birthday, Mr. Stupidhead. Next round’s on me.

Hey, friends — The Damn Millionaires have come to town, and you should totally come out to see them play the stage at King Killer Studios (Mr. Stupidhead filling in on bass!). Also featuring Dan …

I coined “dorkasualty” just now, after giving myself a two-knuckle paper cut with the Chicago Manual. The 16.42 entry on documentation now looks like I used it as a hot-dog bun. Earlier today, I dropped …

Putting the “fun” back in “Superfund”: director/producer Eddie Ortiz, Deadlyz drummer Mark Mastellone, and location manager/co-star yours truly on the roof of King Killer Studios in fragrant Gowanus, Brooklyn. Photo by Bill Bjornholm.

Oh, hello. How’s it going? …Oh, you know. Two trips to the vet in one day, which I could have done without, but everyone’s more or less fine, and Little Joe lost a pound and …