Igor’s bumper sticker
Around these parts, an Obama bumper sticker will get you a funny look and your car keyed. I saw one today when I picked up my kid from his 4K program. It’s like seeing...
Author: Brad Willis
And I’m the degenerate gambler?
So, if we listen to the talking heads, we apparently have two choices (and you smart people feel free to correct me if I’m wrong here)… 1) We don’t bail out the gamblers and...
Friday Mental Massage: Clown edition
(Running around with arms flailing in the air) I’m a freak! I’m a freak! I’m your clown! Laugh, monkey, laugh! Exclamation point! That was my last post on my Twitter account. It drew several...
Dust storm perspective
Every time I start whining about how much I have to work or how dissatisfied I am with what I’m doing, I think about my buddy Daly. Here’s a picture he posted today of...
Friday Mental Massage: 1,000
When I posted Hope, still yesterday, I did so in a hurry. As mentioned several times here, I’m one week into a grueling work project that has required two 24-hour shifts and several other...
Hope, still
If you are not a long-time reader, you might not know I’ve been posting this picture nearly every year. For some reason, it still looks like hope to me.
Friday Mental Massage: Looking ahead
One of my fellow suburban warriors gets a light in his eye when he finds the much-fabled “something to look forward to.” The bad grammar aside, it’s a suburban warrior’s second reason for getting...
Leo
Twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be jumping into nearly three weeks of non-stop work. I doubt I’ll get much done otherwise. Yesterday, with no real stories to tell and an hour to kill between...
Battered Blogger Syndrome
Google loves me. I know it does. I can see it in its eyes as it completely ignores me. At times, I am browsing the internet and/or looking for new things to buy. Sometimes...
Empty and hoping
No need to wax nostalgic. If you are a New Orleans lover as I am, you’re thinking the same thing. Let’s talk this time tomorrow and hope it’s a good conversation. Looking out...
Friday Mental Massage: Blind and inquisitive
Today, the sky is as blue as its been in weeks. The haze is gone. The tropical rains (all five inches of it) made the grass green. It’s just about perfect, so I’m not...
Maters
“I have too many tomatoes!” It’s a common cry this time of year. People with plants or who have been overzealous in an afternoon of picking at the farm find themselves with 40 pounds...
Not-so-breaking news
Since a lot of you have been asking. I’m not moving to Canada. I’m not moving anywhere right now. I’m not going to write about why…right now. And, yeah, I’m fine with it. Just...
Tom Corvin’s “Dear Dick”
I spent way too much time in the TV business, saw too much, and left in 2005 with too little of my soul. I’ve written some here about it, but probably not enough. A...