IdyllopusPress Presents

Category: Everyday Stories

  • Homage to the Ultra Green Pot

    Well, it was like a BIG PARTY here yesterday, with nearly 800 unique visits via No Impact Man’s site. I was very impressed by the reserve exhibited as there were only two comments left behind by new names (thanks). When I realized NIM had linked, I’d taken comments off moderation so that if anyone new…

  • Yes, I do like to have some fun occasionally…

    Hello and welcome to any individuals wandering over today from No Impact Man’s site. I see he linked to me today and put up a video of mine with the following comment… By the way, Idyllopus, a writer who apparently would rather procrastinate by writing mean things about me on her blog than finish her…

  • The Ultra Green Hobo Bindle Bag

    Thanks to Jennifer at Saying Yes for today’s Obviously Ultra Green idea of the Hobo Bag, taking our cue from No Impact Man’s Ultra Green Reusable Mason Jar which I first blogged about here. As response to yesterday’s videoblogging of The Alternative to Ungreen Plastic Disposable Cups at Parties was heartwarmingly overwhelming, I have decided…

  • The Alternative to Ungreen Plastic Disposable Cups at Parties

    In another episode of “Writing Fiction is Tough And Here’s How We Entertain Ourselves Rather Than Staring At The Monitor”, I decided to go No Impact Man one better on the subject of reusable cups, which I posted about below, and VIDEOBLOG an alternative to landfill fodder plastic cups, like for parties, which may not…

  • Hunkered Down

    Glorious sand, salt, surf and suntan lotion! Never mind what else went on in the world, Bush went fishing over the weekend and Paris frolicked in Hawaii. And I sat all weekend torturing myself with trying to write (really write) while honking ten tons of blood-laced snot out of my nose (a damn summer cold).…

  • Less than 2 Days (like not 2 days at all, like right now)

    Resurrecting an old REAL ID graphic of mine from back in 2005… Tomorrow’s the deadline for trying to get your Senator to say no to an employment verification system requiring everyone to have a REAL ID for a job. Read more here. Will it make any difference all those faxes? If it does I swear…

  • Tagged for the Random Eight Meme

    Going through posts I’ve never posted, wondering which ones I might salvage, and came across one made Jan 14 2006 in which I’d noted H.o.p. was wondering if Bush could be farted out of office. I also had noted how much I like marshmallows but rarely eat them. Jennifer at Saying Yes has hit me…

  • Walking is good for your health…sort of…you say…as you try to ignore the smog…

    I tell myself that walking is healthy for me and for H.o.p. Before he was born I used to walk miles. It was how I got around. Though sometimes in the summer it was difficult as the air quality here is horrible and it would give my asthma problems on hot days. H.o.p. doesn’t like…

  • In which I’m treated to a show at the coffee shop by some seriously embittered service workers

    On the way to a first birthday party, stop at a book store and find something that is not Winnie the Pooh or Beatrix Potter, of which ten copies will already likely be had. While Marty pays, my job is to grab two coffees. I order. The tables are full. Several pennies and a nickle…

  • The Child Experiments with being a Comedian, 2007

    I’m not a party person so this was an exceptional event for me. And I loved every minute. Marty and H.o.p. outdid themselves. And H.o.p. really did help. He went down to the studio with Marty in the afternoon and he washed grapes and cherries and trays and he laid out the grapes and cherries…

  • And then…

    And then I’m supposed to take the separate purple answer sheet and circle A B C D on it what were H.o.p.’s answers, for our record and in case anything happens to the test in transit so we can send it in. And I am freaking out because many of the test answer arrangements aren’t…

  • And Then…

    And then, the CAT 5 finally done, standardized testing lows, and mediums, and the weird high at the end over (“I don’t want it to end!” said H.o.p.), I’m sitting here unwinding, watching Albert Brooks’ “Lost in America” while Marty and H.o.p. were out shopping for groceries and a few things at Ikea for the…