Mariachis Salvajes
When I was a boy, I was kidnapped by a band of marauding mariachis who dressed me in a silver-studded charro outfit and forced me to play the maracas.
I built my own lite blog engine in the 90s and posted silly things over the years, eventually moving things into different blog or content management systems. As time permits, I resurrect some of the older posts.
How NOT to make a Grilled Cheese Sammich
Tips for making grilled cheese sandwiches, plus whose face is that burned into the toast?
Renegade Turtles
Had I been less alert the renegade turtles attacked, I doubt my survival, but I’m no hapless victim. In fact, I have loads of hap. I’m a regular hapster.