Last week I found a copy of "Little Lulu and Tubby in Hawaii" (a Gold Key Digest from 1973) and have been reading it to my three year-old son. Classic stuff, even if it isn't the original.
I started to buy the Dark Horse reprint series when it started, but quit after two volumes because the...
I'm another one with the dark circles. I tried to cover them up with concealer, but because I have acne-prone skin at the best of times... well, let's just say I made a bad problem worse.
I wear glasses some of the time, which helps hide the circles somewhat, but I've come to accept the...
I'm another of the guilty ones, although I stopped wearing a wristwatch before getting a cell phone-with-easy-time-display. I didn't like the tan lines on my wrist, plus I have some circulation problems, which occasionally cause my hands and wrists to swell up -- can get painful with a strap...
I used to have a "Man Room"... but now it's my daughter's nursery. How's that for a change of focus...
Had to move my hatrack to the as-yet-unfinished basement.
Definitely genetics. My father had thinning hair at a young age. I started losing my thin hair at 13 -- long before I started wearing hats.
Now my son is in the same boat -- he's only three but his hair is already looking thin. Poor kid... at least he'll grow up knowing how to look sharp in a...
"North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a Canadian a lot.
Hard to argue with that... :)
My wife is currently at home on maternity leave. We've discussed this frequently, and the only reason she's going back to work after her leave is up is because we can't afford not to. Frankly, she makes more than I do, but not so much more that we can afford to go down to only one income...
Thanks for the link. I'm one of those "weirdos" who wears a tie to work -- something that sets me apart because I work in IT, where even the bosses wear golf shirts -- and I've been trying to figure out what the right length is. I'm invariably tying them too short or too long. :)
I also agree...
I can't remember if I posted the last time I was around, but since I wasn't around for very long and then went away, consider this my introduction.
Hi.
Real name's Chris. I used to write comics, and that's where my "handle" comes from -- a character I created a few years ago, an accountant...
I agree with almost every single suggestion already made (especially Prisoner, The Sweeney, and Barney Miller), and raise you one forgotten gem:
"If You Won't Leave Me I'll Find Somebody Who Will," the Warren Zevon-penned theme to the 1993 revival of "Route 66".
When I was six or seven, I had a Lone Ranger set -- mask, belt, holsters, two silver cap pistols. Over the years, the pieces slowly became lost, misplaced, or taken away from me (schools were sensitive about guns even then).
All I have left is one holster and one pistol, minus the handle...
Very nice.
I inherited a 60s-era sweater from my uncle many moons ago -- not nearly as cool as yours, but it has my name on the back, which is cool itself.
Sadly, I'm a little too robust to wear it anymore...
This is the first winter in over 20 years that I haven't curled on a regular basis.
Many years ago I curled in a vintage 1960s sweater that I inherited from my uncle. Even had my last name on the back.
Unfortunately, I eventually outgrew it. It soon found its way to the back of my closet...
Add my name to the non-padded list. I don't have very wide shoulders, so I look like a poorly developed football player when I wear a jacket or coat with padded shoulders.
I've managed to find one or two suit jackets with no (or minimal) padding, but having a heck of a time trying to find a...
Sadly, my man Dashiell was not the only hard-boiled writer to suffer from a lifetime of drinking. It seems to come with the job.
I wear my influences on my sleeve, I do... :)
I would start out as a private eye in the mid- to late-1930s, barely making my rent each month and drowning my sorrows at the bar downstairs. Eventually, I would go broke.
In desperation, I would borrow someone's typewriter and write a fictionalized version of one of my cases. Amazingly...
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