San Francisco Invokes Serious Rice-a-Roni Cravings

As any fool (who has been reading our Perplexing Times as of late) can tell you, we’re out on our latest vacation, and this time our “pop in” is to San Francisco. This is no surprise to anyone but me, but what is surprising has been my in-outing cravings for Rice-a Roni. It’s weird, really, I don’t even like rice. Continue reading San Francisco Invokes Serious Rice-a-Roni Cravings

Heading for the Hills Goes Poorly, Nay, Worse

Oh man, I know I said my veal was burning already, but it’s even worse than I thought. I made a break for it today, and when I say “it”, I mean freedom in the truest, most Braveheart sense of the phrase, but it was so much less and worse than I bargained for. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to explain it properly in a single article… Good thing this is our third such piece on the matter. Continue reading Heading for the Hills Goes Poorly, Nay, Worse

Hilly Town Makes Kids in Strollers Happy to be Pushed

We’ve been on vacation now for what feels like forever, but for the first time in my life I’m grateful that I’m being toted about in a stroller like a second-class citizen or paraplegic. Normally I regret this sort of treatment, because, let’s face it, I’d rather walk myself around however slowly I may do it, but with all these silly hills around, I’m just glad I’m being pushed. Continue reading Hilly Town Makes Kids in Strollers Happy to be Pushed

San Fran Hills Burn My Tender Veal

I know we’ve been harping on this matter for days. I wrote about it at least a couple times and Dominic said something too, but it’s still as important today as it was when I wrote less about it then. The hills of San Francisco, even in lesser inclined areas, seriously burn my veal… by “veal,” of course, I mean my baby calves… get it? Continue reading San Fran Hills Burn My Tender Veal