Tag Archives: head explodey

I get by with a little hemp from my friends

Posted on April 30, 2012 by

One of the greatest gifts I’ve yet received in the past ten years is the collection of friends, cohorts, and interested bystanders gathered together through a mutual love of plants. I get calls and E-mail at all hours, asking “Do … Continue reading →

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It’s amazing what you can get done on a three-day weekend

Posted on April 9, 2012 by

You know, most people spend a three-day holiday weekend lazing about, or puttering, or maybe getting a few things done that the normal schedule doesn’t allow. Oh, we did quite a bit of that. Date night on Saturday night was … Continue reading →

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Oh, my aching brain

Posted on March 23, 2012 by

One of the curses of having interesting friends is that they can be a bit too interesting. See, they share things. Horrible, mind-altering things. Things that leave me in a little fetal ball, crying “Lord, why hast Thou forsaken me?” … Continue reading →

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“A garden unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.”

Posted on January 3, 2012 by

The office is nearly cleared, and all but two boxes out of fifteen are sorted. The Triffid Ranch now has two more growing spaces for Nepenthes pitcher plants, and a new “proofing oven” shelf arrangement for caring for tropical carnivore … Continue reading →

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I’m living in my own private Tanelorn

Posted on December 12, 2011 by

In the incessant kvetching about Dallas weather, I should bring up that we have a phrase for it: “If you don’t like it, hang around for ten minutes and it’ll change.” Last week? Subfreezing temperatures. This week? Rain and highs … Continue reading →

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I’m living in my own private Tanelorn

Posted on November 11, 2011 by

In loving memory of the late Nigel Tufnel, here’s the best song on geology ever written. Personally, I don’t worry about poor Nigel. He’s probably currently holed up in the Roy Orbison Celebrity Rehab Clinic and Retreat in Sheepdip, Wyoming. … Continue reading →

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Time for a bit of head explodey

Posted on July 5, 2011 by

I’m a big fan of living miniature gardens, even if my ideas tend to go a bit…dark. Now, it’s easy to go dark, but I also enjoy adding a bit of natural history to the mix. This is why I … Continue reading →

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Call in the burn squad

Posted on June 30, 2011 by

I don’t make a huge deal of my Scottish heritage, no matter how badly the Czarina wants to see me in a kilt. (She’s Welsh: it can’t be helped.) One aspect of my paternal ancestry, though, leads to a lot … Continue reading →

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“Something’s wrong with Jack”

Posted on June 15, 2011 by

Back in the fall of 1993, I took a date to see the premiere of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Although I was still trying to get the taste of Tim Burton’s Batman out of my mouth, I was willing to … Continue reading →

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“If the Sontarans don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy.”

Posted on May 16, 2011 by

For the last several years, I’ve joked that my gardening style resembles a television show. Namely, an unspeakable Lovecraftian fusion of Doctor Who and The Red Green Show. This being Texas, this requires me to explain the metaphor in terms … Continue reading →

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