The Hellish Handbasket

You know how after you have a run-in with a stupid person who accuses you of something, you get all defensive and start trying to deny their...

You know you aren't in Southern Arizona anymore when an older woman living her car feels the need to pull out her stun gun and press it ...

Spring in Portland is an on-again off-again phenomenon. Now you see it, now you don't. Now it's sunny, oops, now it's raining. A...

When did the Department of Motor Vehicles turn into such a bureaucratic pithole? I've been to several DMV locations in the greater Portl...

I'm boohooing the blues back in my hometown, Portland, Oregon. Cool but not freezing, raining but not all the time, and relentlessly gra...

I ran the paths in Mt Tabor Park yesterday. Well, let's be honest: I trotted. First, I trotted around the big reservoir on 60th Avenue (...

Finally, there is an official Meetup in Portland for failures. It's called FailPDX, and last night was its kickoff meeting. I heard abou...

As I sit at my computer with my feet encased in a rice-filled, microwaved (four minutes) sack of my own design, I peruse the temperature gad...

Bless me, Hellish Hand-basket readers. It's been over a week since my last blog post. My excuse is that I've been immersed once agai...

My sister perused the photos from my high school reunion and sent me an email complimenting me on not getting fat. (Isn't that sweet?) C...

Nothing inspires me to blog more than noise in the neighborhood. I was trying to update one of my websites, which is always a challenge beca...

My sister came to town for a long weekend. The fun began Friday evening when I picked her up at the airport, and ended this morning at 7:00 ...

You've probably seen the pictures by now, the streets of Portland clogged by naked people riding bicycles. It's called the World Nak...