Category: In Which We Mock Ourselves

I have really been tickled by some of the effects of aging, especially the random flashes of insight. Usually they’ve been great. The sad thing is that it is random: usually I’m as lost as anyone else. So I was trying to gin up some insight on why I felt so oddly youthful today, like…

Well, it’s been the requisite two months after which I was told I would see results from my twice-daily application of the pricey Lancome cream on just one half of my neck. And …. I think I see results. I have two photos to submit into evidence, both monstrously ugly — I mean, prime fodder…

Sometimes I look at the stats here on the blog, and I am always curious when I see someone has ventured off of the home page. I always click those links to see if I can guess what search term drove them there. Recently, those links have led me to believe someone is searching for…

Yesterday my neighbor of almost 40 years was pushing an empty boat trailer up her driveway. She lost control of it, fell on her back, and a tire rolled right over her chest and face. I was in my room when I heard soft moaning from across the street. By the time I peeked through…

Remember when I fixed my noisy toilet? I was so pleased with myself for having jiggled the toilet into submission. Sadly, it began making noise again last week. I had to wait until Gary was out of the house before I could get my hands into the tank and begin jiggling again. I was poking…

The science experiment with the Pricey Lancome Cream continues. Here’s the opera bathroom update at four weeks in. I suspect it’s the angle of the light in the opera bathroom that makes half the wattle look smaller. (Treated wattle is on the right side of the photo.) (This pose makes me look like I am…

I have a short update on the Lancome Cream cage match science experiment outlined at the end of this post here. Briefly, the right side of my neck has benefited from application of the supposedly magical RIDICULOUSLY Pricey Lancome Skin Cream for the last four weeks, while the left half has been left to wither.…

My recent memory concerns have made me miss the Typepad feature where one can skip from post to post in chronological order. So that’s out there now. You have to click the title of a post to get to individual post mode, and then the links to the next and previous posts are above the…

I was tooling along in the Mini when I got a warning that I only had 5 miles of fuel left. It caught me completely by surprise. Home was 17 miles away, and the nearest charging station was 4 miles away. Which was great. Until I took a wrong turn and got the “Insufficient charge”…

Confabulation, per Wikipedia: a memory error consisting of the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world. It is generally associated with certain types of brain damage. It’s called “honest lying” because the memory is there — it just shouldn’t be. It troubles me for two reasons. Gary has been showing…