Category: 2001-2007

Referral logs and the grand wonder

I long ago accepted that Rapid Eye Reality would not turn into one of those blogs that get quoted in news stories or become part of of the in crowd. As it started off...

A head should not be this crowded

I don’t write on Sundays. It’s not a religious thing, or even a rule. I just typically have no desire nor need to write on this particular day. What’s more, most people don’t read...

Goals? We don’t need no stinkin’ goals

So, I wasn’t going to live up to my promise to report back on February by the Numbers. Failure is a bitch. Fortunately, it wasn’t failure across the board. Nonetheless, I didn’t do as...

The Swiss Cheese Incident

I’ve been cooking with swiss cheese a lot recently. You know, a little cordon bleu, a little casserole, a little this and that. Cheese fetishes run in cylces, I think, and recently I’ve been...

An open letter from the Vista

To be opened only in the event you have not heard from me in the next 30 days To whom it may concern: If you are reading this, it’s because I have not returned...

Monsters under my mucus

I’m not sick. I’m not. I mean, yeah, I have some issues I should be dealing with, but who doesn’t? At least I’m not sick. In fact, I’ve been fortunate this cold and flu...

Ronnie Sheppard to stay in prison

The appeal bond is one of the greatest tricks of white collar crime trade. Generally, because the white collar crooks are not violent, they are allowed to stay out of jail and/or prison while...

Friday’s Mental Massage

Last year, I made a last-minute decision to sell my gas grill at the annual neighborhood yard sale. It’s taken me until this very second to realize that the grill pre-dated my marriage. My...

Not titled “Gollywood”

I’m sad. I’ve had this idea for a book for a long time. It would be funny if I could just sit down and write it. The working title of the book was “Gollywood.”...

Four years of Otis at work

I don’t know how much has changed on my outside or inside. Something about these four years of pictures, though, makes me wonder. I’ll leave it to you to decide. All I know is...

Anna Nicole Smith redux

Whether it was marketing genius or the product of some unfortunate related-term contextual advertising algorithm, this pretty much is the alpha and omega of my daily reminder that I live in a very tiresome...