Monthly Archives: December 2009
The Digglewink Redemption
My apologies, friends, for my prolonged absence from this space. I must admit I was not in the mood to write. You see, I attended my 35th high school reunion this weekend and, as many of my older readers can … Continue reading
The Digglewink Water Cooler Plan
I am particularly bad at exclamation pointing. Allow me to explain. From time to time, I have a hard time keeping the shift key pressed while hitting the ‘1’ key, resulting in countless sentences that look like “I am on … Continue reading
The Stress of the Vending Machine
The most stressful period in a man’s life, I’m convinced, is the five to ten seconds between when he inserts the dollar into a vending machine and when the chips fall to the bottom. I am absolutely certain of this. … Continue reading
Eight Facts about Peter Digglewink
If we are going to go further in our blogger-bloggee relationship, I feel that I must disclose a few things about myself. 1. I prefer oranges to apples, like anyone with class. 2. I once bought roses for a girl, … Continue reading
The Hours I Rode Carl
I was thirty-three when I first took a lover. Late, I know. It happened in 1989 on a Saturday morning in the rain. Her name was Penelope, her hair was soft, and a librarian only interrupted once. It was magical. … Continue reading
Peter Digglewink On Children
In some circles, I am considered an expert on parenting. In fact, I once pitched a book, “Peter Digglewink On Children”, but it was promptly rejected by every publisher in the city. One major film director showed significant interest in it, but his recent incarceration in Switzerland has derailed the project indefinitely. Continue reading
The Seven Days of Hanukkah
What’s decorative, flaming, and about to come out of the closet??? A menorah, of course – Hanukkah is just around the corner! This Friday night begins the Festival of Lights, when the oil lasted longer than it should have and … Continue reading
The Truth About Curtis Granderson
Curtis Granderson, you see, was not born and trained a baseball player but rather was designed in a lab in 1998 as the perfect combination of Ken Griffey and Brady Anderson. Continue reading
Holy Shit!! Michael Jackson Died?!
I even looked like a young Michael Jackson – well, not like he looked when he was young. But a younger version of how he looked when he was older. Um. I was not attractive. Continue reading