Allegra Rivett Sloman's blog

And she’s not f*****g kidding, folks.  Holy crap.

Yesterday turned into DOWN TIME. I hung out with Katie and Keith; Katie did some very much needed body work on me; I avoided cooking anything (I’ve gone off cooking, which is kinda odd), did a little desultory cleaning and vacuuming, but mostly I loafed and lazed and watched BSG. I also looked at stamps [...]

Yes, we watched the game last night; ScaryClown came over and we drank beer and ate pizza and nearly bounced off the couch with the tension during the incredible last 10 minutes of the game. I light a candle for the victims of the quake in Chile.  It’s a geologically active time. Talking to Chipper [...]

Well, I did have a good night’s sleep but that meant that I woke up at 6:30 and I still haven’t had a shower.  Let’s see if I can sprint through the start up cycle, including figuring out what I’m going to wear, in twenty minutes.

So Mike and Jeff and I watched the Olympics (hockey and bobsled) in the bar and watched Canada wipe Russia’s eye in hockey and take gold and silver in bobsled.  Then we came back here and watched Razor.

Happy sigh.

I feel really antsy these days.  I’ve tried really hard to quit whining on the blog, because there’s simply nothing so illuminating and disheartening than going back three years and seeing that the events which exercised me so aren’t even memorable three years later.  Not always, and of course the really memorable stuff doesn’t necessarily [...]

I lost my post from Sunday, and the comments added themselves to the next post.  Jeff and I are monitoring it, but we had a talk this morning and we think it’s a user error (that would be, uh, me) combined with wireless issues, possibly. I’m really trying to commit to making church a better [...]

(Update: Found the missing post, restored it and reposted this one which was wiped out when I restored the previously missing one. This won’t be on the final exam. — Jeff) That the Celebration of Life will be called: I’m Not Dead Yet A celebration of the very much alive Denis Probst I have lots [...]

Did you ever hear such BS?  It amazes me that expressions like this can exist. Yesterday was a simply glorious day – I policed up the patio area, swept the back stairs which had accumulated a lot of debris, ran a couple of loads of laundry, got to the place where I buy floral essences [...]

I have lots and lots to complain about.  Like, lots.  But I’ve decided to save my best and purest bile for real live people instead of the intarboobs, and the saddest and teariest of complaints for other real live people, and the horrid consequences of brutal self-examination strictly to myself.

I learned that Margot fur is unbelievably flammable.  On a suggestion from Paul, I took some of her combed out fur and fired it up on the deck.  I expected it to self extinguish and it went up like an Olympic torch.  Just to prove how gloriously overbred and candidly fireplug stupid she is, Margot [...]

Greg and Tracey and Garry and Diane just sent me flowers for the ‘job well done’ for Granny’s memorial.  Words cannot adequately express what it means to me, so I’ll just say a) the flowers are gorgeous and b) that on top of the emotion of Canada scoring 6 zip on Norway is almost too [...]

There is no gravity; the Earth sucks. Gravity does not exist as a separate property of matter, it’s a byproduct of entropy.  Go go gadget string theory!  Oh, and this is a neener neener to Jeff; I have supported string theory since the instant I first heard about it, and he pooh poohs the notion. [...]

I’m pretty sure this is a repeat, but I loves it.  Gerald sent it.