I love to grill. A lot. So much so that a proper outdoor cooking spot became the singular focus of my last apartment search. I got the deck, and it came with a beat-up old propane grill, which I, a devout charcoaler, vowed never to use.
Roomba has some problems with the apartment. Roomba does not like my dining room table. Roomba has trouble with the Swiffer, which he (?) mounts and then cannot free himself from — like a copulating wolf. (Wolves do that, right?)
Dear Instagram, I hear facebook wants to pimp you guys out in search of “profit”. Bravo! So, hey, wanna sell my photos to some faceless corporation? No problem! I know you’ve gotta pay the bills.