Fievel Mousekewitz: I heard in Rochester, the roads are paved with car pit!
I heard in Rochester, the streets are paved with car pit!
Mine got to where it just said LOW and was actively slowing the car down. (Not good on 490!) I threw on the hazards and made it to the chargers in the Victor Walmart plaza.
Finally happened. Ran my car’s charge way too low. Fortunately, I got to a fast charger in time. Just poor planning on my part. ⚡️
Avast ye at the bay window!
Beast practices > best practices
Why does it feel like this was an episode of Deep Space 9?
While away, an unfortunate misunderstanding leaves Odo and Chief O’Brien to travel hundreds of clicks through the wilderness to dispose of a ring in a volcano, harried most of the way by Quark, who wants the ring to sell on the station.
Fitted caps are the top hats of baseball gear. I feel like I gained 3” in height just putting it on.
I decided our dog is reading her peemail.
Whenever our project management system misbehaves I call it by its full name, Wrikael.
That would be one heck of a paradigm shift. Talk about touching base. I hope they’re not putting too much on their plate.
At least you know they’re no a vampire
No matter what happens, remember we come with the funky style that gets us known for the show and we'll mix the hip-hop reggae if we say it is so.
Consensus is he wouldn’t have paid to clean them.
Currently having a text conversation about how filthy Scrooge McDuck’s gold coin pool was if he didn’t sterilize them first.
Irish have to pay the “sunscreen tax” to live down there.
Well, I’ll be there during St. Patrick’s day, so…
Unfortunately, it meant war plus that John Mullaney skit about the horse in the hospital.
One thing I know to be true—the fluff remains cool and indifferent to my struggle.
Science journal, Monday, March 9, 2026:
The toasted Nutella Fluffernutter was satisfying, but the fluff was instantly neutralized.
My hypothesis unfounded, I find myself at a crossroads. Do I admit that the universe prefers peanut butter fluff? Or do I risk ridicule and ruin one more time?
The great Mike Greenlar wanted to capture a simple it-says-everything image of the iconic Tipperary Hill green-over-red traffic signal in Syracuse for my column on a St. Patrick’s centennial celebration of how that ‘upside down’ light in the Syracuse Irish community came to be:
They did taste a little like a Reuben. I’d get them again.
RIP Country Joe McDonald of Country Joe & The Fish. I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag ⬇️
Sandwoims?!? I must’ve taken a wrong turn at Albuquoique.
Who called it homeopathic medicine and not dilutions of grandeur?
I remember the first time I saw those tapes in the record store and chuckling to myself when I figured out the code.
I get the corned beef angle, but guess who introduced corned beef to Irish immigrants in the U.S.? It’s not tied to St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland.
The Sabres are good! To make a mixed metaphor, this timeline sure likes to throw a curveball.
I had to get these chips to see if they really taste like a Reuben, that most Irish of sandwiches. 😄
