Bradoween Minister of Information Since Baghdad Bob is out of a job, we’ve hired him to be the Information Minister for Bradoween…which, by the way, is June 7th. Click on these words to see...
Crimes of passion If the Internet had enough space, I’d list all the reasons I don’t cheat on my wife. However, since even the near-infinite ether likely has its boundries, I’ll stick to the...
One sick puppy I sense that being a father might suck. On a brief break from a 14-hour workday, I slipped home for an exceedingly healthy dinner of linguine with herbs. I let out...
Huh…last April was pretty neat Funny how I run in cycles. I’m like a four stroke engine. We’re currently in the April part of the cycle. I just looked back at last April, and...
Therapy in measures It has something to do with making the light more subtle. If I can find a way to mute or otherwise maim the overhead lights, it soothes the exposed nerve endings....
Seemingly random, but clearly connected Sunday thoughts My brother just bought a house in Charlotte. It’s amazing how a one-inch facial scar and small, but seemingly permanent goose-egg can increase an average guy’s level...
Um, yeah, that sounds about right My boss literally wore a riot helmet as he approached my desk. Literally. He peaked out through the plexiglass visor, but didn’t speak. The implied plea was clear:...
The life of the amateur gambler I won’t go into the few things in my life that increase my heart rate. If something is good enough to put an extra 15 beats per minute...
Movin’ on up I should be ashamed to admit this, but for some reason I am not. My first real indication that Martin Luther King Jr. was an important man came from The Jeffersons....
Seven White Men They are so white they tend to blend in with the room’s lightbulbs. The cabal consists of a man from the mountains, a man of the religious right, a man of...
The guy across the room I can’t recall one time I said more than “Hey, howyadoin?” to a guy named Joe. I never knew his real first and middle names were Antonio Joselita. I...
Stockholm Syndrome or Mad Max Beyond Ego-Dome, it doesn’t matter As a resident broadcast journalist in your daily blog reads, I feel I should have something to say about NBC’s termination of its relationship...
Willin’ There’s this old Little Feat song that Lowell George wrote. It’s been covered a number of times. Right now, I’ve got a Steve Earle version of it in my CD player. The chorus...
