The Ski Dream It’s been too many years and beers ago to remember exactly when this happened. I remember where I was, why, and whith whom, but beyond that it’s all a giant white...
My tripe While I enjoy reading other blogs with this kind of content, I tend to do my best to keep it off Rapid Eye Reality. Nonetheless, I need a midnight distraction and Ceej...
The flux capacitor in the winter of our discontent Children of the 80s–at least those who weren’t living in a cave and hadn’t been forced to sew their eyes shut in a sick PTL...
Bradoween IV–ALERT While my wife’s impending baby production output threatened to cancel the annual Bradoween festival, we have together done the math, calculated the chances of an early arrival, and decided that we are...
I ain’t broke Or so they sang. No, I ain’t broke. I’m just badly bent. One curious reader at one point requested a recounting of the trip to Georgia. I’d offer it, but, I’m...
Oh, Atlanta I’ve been to Georgia. I’ve gotten lost in Savannah after a long night on Tybee Island. I’ve driven across I-85 in a blinding ice storm. I’ve picked fights with midgets in Hotlanta...
I need a hobby, huh? A friend–dismayed by my unhealthy interest in Flubber and SUPERBALLs (see below)–told me I needed a hobby. I have one, incidentally. And I kicked ass at it last night....
Chickens, eggs, and balls I’ve always been one to eschew the old chicken and egg debate. The theological consequences are too grand and if I got involved I’d end up making an philosophical omelet....
It’s not exactly a hole in one… …but much like the elusive gold course ace, these don’t come around very often. Even when you’re playing a hundred hands an hour. Sorry for the intrusion,...
So, this is life. Why do you humans bother? Joe of Pluto, or that’s what he called himself, was actually being a bit of a smartass. He was sipping on a margarita made with...
Xan When you don’t see someone for several years and lose contact like old friends sometimes do, you wonder if they changed much. As I read my friend Xan’s obituary tonight, I realized that...
Summers gone by Summer in southwest Missouri was an odd time. In the hottest part of the season nightfall did as much to break the heat as the dark did to break the sound...
Alive in my own stench Indeed, I am alive, but acting as though I am not. I’m uncomfortable writing right now. After standing too close to a sandwich shop this afternoon, I think I’ve...
