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The waiting continues on one front — my overdue delivery remains lost — but it’s almost over on another: I worked on two reviews today that should be ready to post soon enough. A FedEx delay means there’s no photo to share of a hobby workstation, which is just as well because I’m still not […]

There are three days left in the month and I’m three reviews behind. Even I’m in suspense over whether it’ll get done or if I’ll have to tack the balance on to the four planned for April. I’d like to say I’ve been busy with the Miami Open but that hasn’t been the case. Nor

A demolition reveals hidden treasures; spotted while walking to lunch. This is very much in the spirit of the ghost town I want to build and is a scene I might try to recreate.

Muriel isn’t the first animal that greets you when you step onto our porch: Gerard’s an antique that’s supposedly been with the house for as long as it has existed (meaning he’s close to 100 years old). He’s handsomer than modern knockoffs and looks perfect on our door, an arched monstrosity that’s 3.5″ thick and carved

Did they ever make The Facts of Life action figures?* As recently mentioned at Cranky, I’m at a loss over how to proceed with the Firefighter review. Since dispatches from the McCheese office are usually only stickied for 24 hours, I’ll catch you up to speed: Firefighter, a Nancy McKeon telefilm from the mid-’80s, was

For the second time in less than a year, I forgot to pay a bill that normally wouldn’t escape my attention. The $13 sum was trivial and the error, like the late mortgage payment, was caught within the grace period. Unlike the utilities (and now the mortgage, too), our credit cards aren’t set to autopay;

It figures something like this happens on a night I can’t watch tennis: the Alcaraz/Zverev match has been suspended due to swarming bees. Is the ghost of Gloria Swanson haunting this year’s BNP Paribas Open? Is Iga Świątek their new queen?* While we’re asking questions, when will I post a new review? There’s a slight

When I fell in my driveway today, I didn’t bother looking to check whether anyone saw; it’s a busy street and if dog-walkers and stroller-pushers somehow missed that special moment, neighboring porch cams might’ve still preserved it for all eternity (or until it’s auto-deleted from the cloud).* Instead I thought “Figures,” because in the seconds

The painted ladies birdhouse is almost complete and only needs a few touch-ups; this is the last photo I’ll share. Not too shabby given the inferior quality of the wood and my general ineptitude. This morning I worked on techniques for achieving an ‘aged’ look with paint. I’d like to make an abandoned mining town

I was tinkering on a post that was going to be published here tonight, about the conclusion of the birdhouse project and the start of the lighthouse keeper’s cottage, when the phone rang. It’s often a circus when my phone rings because I have a tendency to forget about it entirely and wander away from