Neil Offen is the internationally best-selling author of the international bestsellers Gidget Goes Red Chinese, The How to Get Fat Diet and other international bestsellers, as well as the man behind critically acclaimed supermarket shopping lists.
The scientific way you measure the age of a refrigerator is by the rings on the zucchini that has been stuck to the bottom of the vegetable bin since zucchinis were first invented and not just called squash anymore. By that measure, my refrigerator was old enough that I figured we had to buy a new one.
We have a two-car garage, if only, in fact, we could fit two cars in. But instead of two cars, our garage has become the place where we put stuff we don’t know where to put anywhere else.
Dear Technology Expats, Sorry, make that Experts. ... I have a zone to stick with you. Actually, what I mean is I ve a bone to lick with you. No, pick. Yes, pick. ... It’s about auto-correct, the program that thinks it knows better than I do what I’m trying to wipe. ... mean write.
I knew I was in trouble the moment I saw how “easy” it was supposed to be to do this. I knew there would be 19 difficult steps as soon as I found out that there were “only 4 simple steps.” I knew there was no way I could do it as soon as I read that “anyone can do it.” Still, I figured I had to try to fix the toilet.
You’ve probably been wondering what distinguishes me from the other 56 announced candidates for the presidency.
Recently, my wife and I celebrated a numerically significant wedding anniversary. It was numerically significant because to reach that anniversary number I figured I must have gotten married at the age of seven (My wife points out that she was five.)
An update is currently available for one of your intricate pieces of technology. This update will enable you to make improvements to usability, security and laundry sorting. Would you like to download it now? Or would you rather be left further behind and continue to be the laughing stock of most middle school kids?
Let’s take a look at the wine list, which has hints of papyrus and an ethereal bouquet of late-harvest No. 2 pencil. But first, let us explain our wine philosophy and why one bottle will cost you more than next month’s mortgage.
This is a cautionary tale. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, particularly if the eggs are digitally dependent and the basket comes with a multi-language instruction manual (also, don’t do it if you have high cholesterol and your cardiologist has told you to cut down on egg baskets, but that’s a cautionary tale only for those who know how to spell angioplasty).
At 7:30 a.m. precisely, my daughter Nora and I began The Great Saunter, the 32-mile circumnavigation of the island of Manhattan. Why did we do it? Well, of course — because it was there.
Please stop texting. Thank you, and let me now be among the first to congratulate you for the tremendous accomplishment of completing your college education and for the even greater accomplishment of not staring at your phone while I offer your commencement address.
In 1974, after four months of watering, 13 pounds of compost and regularly scheduled pitiful pleading, I began my vegetable gardening career by growing the smallest recorded radish in the western hemisphere.
My final preparations for The Great Saunter, my epic 32-mile walk around Manhattan island, which I agreed to do because I actually thought I was agreeing to The Great Flaunter, an event in which I could flaunt my knowledge of old Alfred Hitchcock movies:
After close consultation with my family, my advisers and the magic eight-ball, I have decided to place my hat in the ring for the presidency of the United States.