Collateral Bloggage

Ethan got his first Rubber Band Kill last Wednesday.  I’m extremely proud.  He stood on his bed, aimed carefully, and destroyed a spider.  It was a perfect shot (not an easy one, either…probably four feet).  It’s our version of hunting.  True, we basically do it for sport, but we don’t take trophies.  My collection of taxidermized flies, mosquitoes, spiders, and skeeter-eaters would be impressive, but I just always felt that kind of thing was kinda tacky.

I’m a great shot with a rubber band myself, but I don’t think I was as good as Ethan at his age.  I’m announcing it right now…Ethan for Gold Medal in Olympic Rubber Band Marksmanship in 2016!!!

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Perhaps you’re worried about terrorism, or maybe even Climate Change (snicker…sorry, can’t help it).  But I’m telling you right now that we face an even more dangerous danger…the Apostrolypse.  Perhaps you’ve never heard of such a thing.  What is it?  It’s the end of the world, brought on by the misuse of apostrophes.  Oh, I mean apostrophe’s.  If you don’t get it, you’ll want to do some reading.

Why do I think we’re in danger?  Elaine and I went to the Murray Hill Café the other day (just for dessert) and found this gem on the menu:

Lindsay’s’ Dessert of the Day

At least she didn’t go with “Desert,” which one encounters more than one might expect.

I didn’t find a dessert menu online, which was disappointing.  I did happen to look at the dinner menu and found a few things I’d like to try.  But I’m going to have to say something about that Dessert item.

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I’ve done it.  My webhost sent me a coupon for a free domain hosting package, and I set up my Restroom Blog.  There, I’ll start doing exploratory posts on the subject of the Restroom, in pursuit of my dream of publishing a book my mother would so NOT approve of.  If you’d like to help out with my research, head over there and keep an eye out for questions, surveys, and general mayhem.

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And now we’re heading for the Coast.  Buh-bye.