Was Zum Teufel?!

originally uploaded by Neylano.                 Tues Jan 22 – During this week of late WZT columns, dogs pissing in elevators, ruined helmets and presidential mudslinging, today finds me picking up where I left off from last week. I wanted to explain cognitive load and knowledge in the head vs. knowledge in the

Tuesday, Dec 11 – This long week from hell (packing is no fun, let me tell you!) interspersed with puplights, birthday/Christmas/Farewell parties, and dead Crocodiles kicks off on a boring note. Nothing happened today, unless you count our babysitting Parker for nine hours while Rocky went to photograph Barack

Tuesday, Dec 04 – This week of pissing dogs, cussing nuns, and spooky news carriers kicks off today with the discovery of a website for lost gloves. For those of you who know me well, you may recall that from September through about May, I wear gloves because my hands are

Tuesday, Nov 27 – During this week of sun, then snow, then rain, then rain, then more rain, then flooding, then wind, then the closing of I-5 between Seattle and Portland, we start this week’s WZT off with a Thanksgiving story from my friend Janet. Janet, whom I met while

Tuesday, Nov 20 – With the holiday season officially upon us this week, the Weims decided to ring it in by scaring the crap out of the cleaning ladies (no, they’re not short Asian women). When they arrived, Oslo and Mies were loose in the house, not in the kennel

Tuesday, Nov 13 -This week ushers in on the wings of holy matrimony. That’s right, dogs getting married. Today in New Dehli, India, Selva Kumar married a dog: In a ceremony befitting a beautiful Indian bride, the bitch, a former 10-year-old stray named "Selvi," was bathed and

Tuesday, Nov 06 – During these days of falling cows, dancing dogs, severed lips, and feminine hygiene products being used to treat canine skin ailments, Oslo and Mies started the week off on an intellectual note. Oslo, who is helping me weed through my three back editions of the Sunday New

Tuesday, Oct 30 – With California’s blazes abating, I continue to put out fires here on the home front sans the Excel-driven planning and organizational precision of my dear husband. Last week it was Mies’s digestive system and the dishwasher going out. This week, it was fighting Weims. For