Author Archives: Dianna Dann Narciso

Do I hear…children? On my lawn? Photo by Shalf via flickr Either I’m getting old (and sinking further into that dream pillow of curmudgeonry) or the world is losing its collective mind. Look, I’m not a typical alarmist. When the … Continue reading →

Let’s see that stupid dog do this! photo by Adam Arthur via Flickr Well, last night’s Super Bowl was a buttload of boring, wasn’t it? I went to bed as the fourth quarter started. All that seven-layer dip and football-shaped … Continue reading →

Ah, yes, toad cropper. It is good to set goals. photo by jon_a_ross via flickr I’m going to make New Year’s Resolutions this year. I know, I know, resolutions are typically stupid. We make grandiose promises to ourselves and lose … Continue reading →

Ah ha…you’re bananas, lady photo by Saucy Salad via flickr I can waste time like a cat on a hot Sunday afternoon. I swear to all that is holy, I have just spent three hours reading this damn blog looking … Continue reading →

There’s this thing going around Facebook. I don’t usually do things that go around Facebook. But this one was about books. This book will be in my heart…forever Photo by Liz Rambles via Flickr Here were the rules: In your … Continue reading →

What the…Tom? Is that you? Photo by teresatrimm via Flickr Today was the day I was going to list thirty things I’m thankful for–as a tribute to Thanksgiving. Friends and acquaintances on Facebook have been listing things they’re grateful for … Continue reading →

Photo by Brilhasti1 via Flickr A long time ago, on the Internet, in a Zumba instructors’ forum, there was this whiny little wanker who would stir up trouble nearly everywhere he went. And one day, he created a thread to … Continue reading →