I think I have a bone spur on my right elbow. It’s a funny bump that tingles if I set my arm down on just that spot. At least I think it’s a bone spur. I mean, I hope it’s a bone spur. Then if it is I’ll just ignore it. I went to the [...]

Mr. Fuzz spent a lot of time moping about the house yesterday. I feel sorry for him because it’s so wintery outside he just can’t go out, not even for a little bit. You can tell he’s really bored, even with pipe cleaners. So I had this idea… why not go to the pet store [...]

Last night I went to my first ever live aerobics class. And I was up in there all actin’ a fool. It was out of control. The whole class would be going left and I’d be turning right. Or I’d be 10 steps behind in whatever crazy combination the loony drill sargent lady thinks up [...]

I’m starting a new feature here at Crazy But Able that I’m calling The Pathological Programmer. The PP will show and explain particularly twisted, and usually very bad, examples of coding that I either hear about, run into, or invent. Non-programmers, thine eyes shall be glazing over in about 10 seconds, so skip this post [...]

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been very afraid of guacamole. It’s green! It’s lumpy, yet creamy! “Who emptied the dirty diaper pail into the salsa bowl?” has been my general reaction.

The night before last I dreamt there was this Adam Sandler movie coming out where Sandler was born completely white to black parents, or maybe there was a mixup at the hospital, or something along those lines. Strangely enough, it didn’t seem to suck. At some point, it wasn’t a movie anymore, and I was [...]