Tales from FAR Manor

...is said to be a mark of intelligence. It works for The Boy, anyway. Last night, he came home to an irritated mom, who demanded the van ke...

If you need a zombie queen for your next horror movie, I have just the girl for you... Need I say more?

When I was little (like 4 or 6 or so), we had a flat tire in our rustbucket ’59 Impala; Dad pulled off to the side and changed the tire. For...

Truth is certainly stranger than fiction. I laughed my butt off reading this story, and I have a LOT of butt.... They're inside of it. ...

The Boy, as usual, is taking his sweet time getting home. He has to get up & go to work in the morning, and he hasn’t had much sleep as ...

The former oldies station in Atlanta, Fox-97, is now calling itself “97.1 The River,” playing what they call “classic hits.” The format is s...

This is one of the five or so short stories I found when cleaning up the outbuilding, getting it ready for its new carpet, and the second to...

A while back, I wrote a letter about the oil crunch to come, probably sooner than later. It looks like it might be getting started. This IE...

Mrs. Fetched baked some salmon last night, with some potatoes etc. on the side. I put the leftovers into two microwave plates — one for my l...

Gimme a call tomorrow morning, 8 a.m. would be great, let me know that Dad got there OK... OK? Thanks!

Seems that the photography industry has started quietly shaking out: Konica/Minolta is throwing in the towel and Nikon is dumping most of i...

The Boy gets a pair of trips to his endocrinologist each quarter — one to draw blood, one to get the results. As we expected, his sloppy mai...

Former or current, it’s pretty funny. But he left one question unanswered: where’s a grue when you need one?

I was rather amazed. The Boy actually found an apartment that didn’t ask questions about his educational status . Sure, it isn’t much: two r...

You’ve watched up all the DVDs you got for Christmas, the bills started coming in, and you still haven’t cleaned up from that New Year’s Pa...

There's a new extreme sport for middle-aged men, called “Sodium Roulette.” Here’s how you play: Go to the supermarket. Pick up something...

From the BBC, but worthy of News of the Weird : Now you can blame “it” on the trees! Pigs may not fly... but they glow in the dark?

If I haven’t posted in a couple of days, it often means I (temporarily) have gotten a life or something. I think in this case, it’s “or som...

Some time back, I wrote about Michael Sessions, an 18-year-old high school student who ran a write-in campaign for mayor of Hillsdale, Mich...

So many manufacturers are willing to cut their own throats — or at least those of their employees — to get into Wal-Mart. Once in a while, y...