Seattle Space Needle Reflection at Night

Chandler’s Crab House

I’m a homeboy. In the past year, I have left the Seattle City Limits exactly two times … once to purchase rescue my cat, the other, to have him castrated because it made his personality more agreeable to me because I care about the non-existent rampant epidemic of cat overpopulation.

One of my daughter’s best friends has been to Japan three times this year, yet she’s not sure where South Lake Union Park is. Another of her friends spent the summer in Europe, but isn’t allowed to go to Pike Place Market unless her mother drives her.

So many

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Oh, I’d Call it Something Different

“We’d call it a draw?”

So, 8 cores (really 4) vs. 2 cores. 3GB RAM vs. 1GB RAM, 80 percent faster DDR4 RAM, a Geekbench score of 4,116 vs, 2,933, and a 40 percent speed difference.

“We’d call it a draw!”

Suuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrre you would.

Hey, if these scores were reversed, what are the odds that they’d still call it a “draw”?

Anyone? Anyone at all? Odds?

“The iPhone has a dual core CPU and 1GB of RAM, which is a different approach from Android which typically *gulp* has at least *gulp* twice those specs.”

Yes, at least doubling the

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How to Seduce a Common Housecat

I’ve had my “new” cat for about 6 months now, and we’ve kind of hit a stagnation point. I mean, I still like the cat and all, I just notice that I spend more time looking at other cats on the Internet lately, and less time petting him.

This being the case, I realized that it was time to take my relationship with my cat to the next level.

Enter the Love Cloud Cat Kiss. Yes, the Love Cloud Cat Kiss.

I found this little gem when I was searching for some cat related thing online, and when I

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The Red Supermoon

Monday night was a red moon/super moon/soleil moon frye.

What happened to that chick anyway?

I mean, one minute she’s Punky Fucking Brewster, the next minute she’s … well, I dunno. Actually, come to think of it, the only thing I really remember about that show is the old dude bellowing “oh Punk-eh!”

I do remember seeing photos of her when she grew up, and she had enormous cans. Made me want to grab a rope and a pair of water skies it did.

You know, I just thought of this, but it’s kind of weird. Hollywood really had a

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