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I am so freaking jealous!! Seriously. I've alw...

2010-03-02T17:02:43.905-06:00

I am so freaking jealous!! Seriously. I've always wanted a chicken coop, too. Please tell me you're gonna post pictures!!
Although chickens are dirty, nasty creatures. They eat their own shit.
But man, they sure taste good.



There is no finer animal on this earth than a chic...

2010-03-02T12:42:45.192-06:00

There is no finer animal on this earth than a chicken. They are just so bloody funny.

Try to get a breed known for it's tameness/domesticity. Three of ours follow me absolutely everywhere round the garden and are into everything. The kids adore them.

honestly man, you'll never regret it.



Your experience sounds like every home improvement...

2010-03-02T11:20:01.274-06:00

Your experience sounds like every home improvement project I've ever engaged in. Except for, y'know... chickens.



I totally can't wait to meet your chickens. A...

2010-03-02T11:02:36.969-06:00

I totally can't wait to meet your chickens. And I LOVED the part about conversations that go on in a theatre scene shop. Not sure if you are referring to the one at UT or back at your high school, but my favorite UT scene shop memory is when we had the scene shop head teaching us basically nothing for a whole 6 weeks (he'd hold up tools one at a time every class and tell us what they were). On the last day of class, we were set loose in the scene shop to build something. With absolutely no tutorials on power tools. I nearly got cut in half when the table saw kicked out a flying piece of Luon which I proceeded to turn into the wobbliest table you've ever seen. Another girl nearly got her hair caught in the drill. Good times.



Your coop names have me laughing SO hard. The hip...

2010-03-02T10:51:52.822-06:00

Your coop names have me laughing SO hard.

The hippie has not wanted to build his own henhouse. Nay, fine sir: For the last three years he has been waxing rhapsodically about modding our old toolshed out back. He apparently wants the Bok Mahal.

I can only imagine the madness that will ensue when he actually gets around to the project. He's not the family builder, I am. While I have every desire for fresh eggs, I have none toward hen-tending.

And on that (those?) day(s?) I will have the chicken story to end all chicken stories, I'm sure of it.



I don't even know where to begin. I am simult...

2010-03-02T10:16:45.571-06:00

I don't even know where to begin. I am simultaneously impressed and confused. Impressed with your gumption, drive, and aim to please your family, confused by the fact that it all leads to a chicken coop. That sort of discussion just is not heard in urban New England. Ever. Unless it's a metaphon for something else . . .