Quebecois cuisine So, for no reason that I have been able to deduce, a reminder to meet for dinner at some restaurant in Quebec appeared in my Google calendar, which I never use. Because of this, reminders also popped up on my phone and on my Linux machine at home. Somebody really wanted me to […]
talk of the town
Mark LaFlamme: We’re gonna need more kitty litter
Talk of the town: Arachnid encounters and the naked truth.
Mark LaFlamme: Does Patrick Dempsey dream of electric bikes?
Talk of the Town: Pork rinds, giant bees, tiny irons, tube socks and Tara Reid. Aside from the weather, this week was a bzzzzzzzzz.
Mark LaFlamme: Put on your galoshes and dungarees, boys, Hurricane Bruce Lee is a’comin’
Talk of the town: Where combining late-night shopping and a curiosity for bygone clothing is done right!
Mark LaFlamme: It’s all fun and games until you find yourself dunked in hot butter
Talk of the town: What better way to see the world but in a hamster wheel.
Mark LaFlamme: Summer is dead and I don’t feel so good myself
Talk of the Town: Pumpkins … stale milk and plastic … cinnamon EVERYTHING … Ah, the wonderful flavors of fall.
Mark LaFlamme: Creepy Carrie and the Black Widows perform for free!
Talk of the Town: It’s easy to confuse me with Carietta White, I know.
Mark LaFlamme: Weird scenes inside the dope dumpster
Talk of the town: I’m Luke Flyvakker and vengeance is mine! Wooann … wooann … wooann …
Mark LaFlamme: Bugs everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE.
Talk of the Town: They’ve got us vacuuming, cursing, drinking them, dodging our wives and twerking. Powerful little suckers really.
Mark LaFlamme: I bless the rains down in Leeeewiston
Talk of the town: All rants, diatribes and tirades … well, except for that tangle of lady underthings.