I hate it when people’s names sound like what they do. Come on. Stephen Sondheim? Amelia Earhart? Rem Koolhaus? Please.
@acondouris gesundheit.
and what’s the deal with airline peanuts?
Being a telecommuter is knowing how much mulch you can move before your 9am teleconference.
You could make a killing selling migrant labor offsets to concerned Republicans. For each gardener they use, someone gets deported.
At some point, you’ll be tempted to buy the assortment pack of band-aids. Don’t do it; only the medium size is useful.
central air’s out, using plastic sheeting and masking tape to contain living room a/c. Finally that terrorist emergency kit came in handy.
I have no idea what happens in Louisa May Alcott’s <i>Little Women</i>, and I think it’s gonna stay that way for a while.
Every six months or so, there’s an article about how the dirigible is coming back, but it never happens. Oh the humanity.
can the past tense of “twitter” be “twote”?
I'm Michael Condouris, and this is my second blog. The first one's Wacky Neighbor. I was born in 1975 in New Jersey. I live in Aberdeen, NJ, with my fiancée Carrie, in our new suburban paradise. We have two pets, a Shih Tzu named Coco and a beagledor named Zoë. I was on Jeopardy once. I lost, though, just like in the Weird Al song.
Besides Smallistry, my interests include robots, space, movies, movies about robots and/or space, and Mexican restaurants. Recently I've also become fond of the Wii and ancient history. I dislike conversations about food, sports, other people's children, and conspiracy theories. I'm ok with talking about the weather though. My hat size is 7 1/4, and I have no sense of smell.
I've pretty much stopped blogging in the last, oh, 6 months or so, because talking about tiny things got a bit stale and life had a habit of getting in the way. So for the time being, the site will live on as a Twitter feed of whatever floats through my head.
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