Why I can’t buy jeans anymore. Well, hello there! This here is the second post of 2024 and we’re here because I want to talk about Why I can’t buy jeans anymore. Eh? The first one? The first one was not about why I can’t buy jeans anymore. It was about a bomb…
Bluetooth Devices They never sleep... Act I Scene 1 A typical Canadian house, in Erin Mills 1980s style. The HomeOwner used to be bespectacled but has since gone bionic and has eagle vision for distances of up to 100 metres, 200 metres in good light. He is greying at the top and bulging…
The Start Soggy Socks started off as Unsoggy Socks. For most of an otherwise uneventful day. But then events, or rather, one event, transpired and transformed the Unsoggy Socks into Soggy Socks. Read on and I will tell you How This Happened. The Second Start Now, you know, as a regular reader of…
After yesterday's chaos at the dealership over the service appointment for the car (I'll tell you about it some other time...), I had yet another episode of the Shopping Blues. So the minivan, Rusty, was severely short of gasoline. So much so, that the yellow "Reserve" light shone steadily and bright in mine…
Introduction Over the years I've written a few How To articles and also some recipes, but I've never written a How To Write a Recipe. Despite the COVID-19 crises, or maybe because of it, demand for such an article has followed the usual demand levels that we see here at SloWord, ranging from…
This is triggered by someone else’s memory. Usually, as you are well aware by now, it is triggered by one of my own memories. However, every once in a while I see a passing bit of text passing before my tired old eyes and “I say, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, What’s goin’s on?” …
Well, it's new. This blog has moved here to its permanent residence, after nearly ten years of living under a temporary shelter. Vee hopes you are loving ze purple tinge!! To celebrate and implement this change we took SloWord aside and gave him ( them? ) the fifth degree. Yes, the fifth degree…
So now we get to The Great Coffee Crisis of 2017. In Part 1, I had introduced you to the lovely ladies who were so instrumental in driving me mental. Yes, these ladies created the crisis, consigned me to the consomme and a fate worse than death - instant coffee. They watched in…
This is a coffee post. It has been semi-commissioned. Semi? Yes. There was a sort of contest on for a "coffee post". This is my entry. And a very good entry it will be too. I think. No, they said to use "I believe" or "I strongly believe" in that two-day training course…
So the Grammy's were on the other day. I did not watch. I find they refuse to nominate me or give me awards. Clearly this is discrimination against the talentless unknowns. As Supreme Peon and Idiotic Twit (SPIT) of the Council for Recognition of Atonal Performers (CRAP), I therefore called for a boycott…