The other day, one of our Siamese cats, Rosalina, became very ticked off. I always find it amusing to see something so adorable act so darn angry, so I decided I’d write a short little post about it. Without further ado… Continue reading Rosalina Gets Peeved
If you’ve been following along with the Duck’s blog for the past year, then you’ll know we got two Siamese kittens back in August of 2019. They are now a little over a year old, but as naughty as ever. At the moment, they seem to have a great obsession with getting on the kitchen counter, and no amount of discipline has yet been able to dissuade them. The only positive aspect of this obvious lack of respect for rules and boundaries is that it has led to three rather humorous tales. Continue reading The Great Grape Massacre of 2020
Last year was the first year where I participated in Listmas on this here blog (though I’ve been Listmas-ing for much longer over on Virtual Bastion, in case you want to pay us a visit…). Since listing things is a surprisingly fun pastime, I decided that I’d do it again this year. To start things off, I felt like listing my favorite episodes of Mystery Science Theater 3000, a super fun series (recently revived on Netflix) where a guy and two robots watch and make fun of cruddy movies. It’s a seriously fun time, and I’d highly recommend it if it sounds like your cup of tea. Without further ado, my favorite episodes from the series…more or less (there were a lot to go through, so I may have missed a few…). Continue reading Listmas 2019: Top 10 MST3K Episodes
Last, but not least, it’s time I talked about my memories of friend C from elementary school. This friend also had a very big house (I had the smallest house out of my friends; this is also the same friend who made fun of the fact that I had a small, blow-up pool in my backyard). This house had some land around it, but not as much as friend A, but her neighborhood was very scenic, with a pond and a forest nearby. Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Sega
Last time, I was reminiscing about the generically named friend A from elementary school. For today’s post, we are now moving on to friend B. This friend also had a large house, but it was one of many identical houses in a neighborhood where none of the backyards had any fences. Like friend A, we spent a good deal of our time playing in the very large, but also very unfinished basement. Unlike friend A, I never ate at this friend’s house because her mom only offered those weird Uncrustable sandwiches. You know about those, right? Those little round sandwiches that are supposed to eliminate bread crust, but which, instead, are surrounded by weird, hard bread that is even more unappealing than the crust had been. Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Uncrustables
Many years back, when the Duck was in elementary school, I had three friends. Though we got into plenty of arguments, I have many fond memories of our time together and decided to reminisce. To protect their identities on this here Internet, they shall be referred to as friends A-C. Since I don’t want this post to go too long, however, I’m going to break it into three. Here we go… Continue reading Memories of Friendship: The Friend with the Pool
Ever since our most recent trip to Disneyland, I have been dreaming about the Pixar Fest cake. It’s a very odd thing, but I seem to dream about food a lot. I have had many dreams about visiting bakeries, sometimes the same establishment over the course of many years. I guess I’m obsessed with treats, with the newest object of my fixation being that three-layer beauty exclusive to Pixar Fest. As you may recall, I was unable to try this cake during our recent visit to Disneyland, as the Plaza Inn was only serving chocolate cake when we stopped by for dinner (only chocolate cake; what do you mean, Duck?). And even though we eventually decided to make the cake ourselves, it didn’t stop me from dreaming about it, nevertheless. Continue reading I Dream of Cake…and Turkey
It occurred to me recently that, as fond as my memories are of practically anything Disney-related, the Disney Parks are not wholly without unhappiness. No, quite the contrary. It was at one of these so-called “happiest places on Earth” that the Duck was subject to something very unpleasant indeed…traumatic even. But how could this be? How could a place filled with Disney characters and parades and fireworks, a place where even murderous pirates sing jaunty tunes, ever have a sinister side to it? Heck, even the 999 resident ghosts are specifically described as “happy haunts”, proving that Disney is indeed a joyous place for the living and the dead!
But nay, my friends, I speak the truth. There was a time when the Disney Parks were a very unhappy place for this particular Duck. Well then, where did this sad tale of woe take place, you must be asking with barely hidden disbelief? Why, dear readers, the culprit responsible is none other than…Disney World’s Tomorrowland. Continue reading Encountering an Alien at Disney World
So, I have this Disneyland app. I have almost never in my life downloaded an app before, save for some free antivirus for my phone, but for once, this particular app looked pretty darn useful. It shows you wait times for rides, locations of restaurants and shops. And it shows you where various characters can be found.
I was so excited for my upcoming trip to Disneyland that I was constantly checking this app just for the fun of it and getting a general idea of the wait times for different rides throughout the day. I learned that certain rides close temporarily throughout the day (so if my favorite ride is closed, I mustn’t fret, as it will probably return shortly…as long as it’s not under…refurbishment!). I even learned where all the characters can typically be found. While I don’t exactly care about tracking down any particular Disney characters, I find the whole notion of seeing where they are on a map rather amusing. Continue reading Bonus Time: Why’s Woody in the Woods?
As many of you may know by now, the Duck likes to bake. That doesn’t mean I’m good at it or can devise cunning, new recipes that are entirely my own. That also doesn’t imply that I own an apron that says, “Kiss the Cook” because…what, why’s that a thing? (On a side note, never do what an apron tells you, especially an apron you have never met before.) But I bake stuff sometimes. And it’s fun. And yet, considering I am in no way a professional baker, I am sometimes lacking the necessary supplies or the knowledge to find said supplies. Honestly, it took me years to find almond paste. Who knew it looks like a sausage and is packaged in a long, thin box? What kind of sick game are they playing at! Continue reading Do You Know…The English Muffin Man?