Posted in the rhyming Becktionary, tagged some say I have too much time on my hands on July 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
While flipping through this book’s table of contents, I noticed some of it was a bit… shall we say, odd.
Restoring natives to suburbia
The vital new role of the suburban garden
No place to hide
Who cares about biodiversity?
No, seriously, who really gives a fuck about biodiversity?
I don’t even care about biodiversity, and I wrote the damn chapter
Why [...]
Posted in the rhyming Becktionary, tagged being obsessive-compulsive, reading for fun and profit on June 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In watching I want to say it was the Daily Show, it was commented that people don’t read as much anymore. (In fairness, it’s commented in a lot of places that people don’t read as much anymore.) “Not true,” said I, “I read 74 books last year.”
“You did not,” said my father. “Really? Seventy-four?”
“You don’t [...]
