Category: 2001-2007

Capitalism, Egotism, and Alcoholis…I mean good times! Well, we did it. After sitting up half the night drinking beer by myself and watching network dramas I had taped from earlier in the week, the...

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes [Editor’s note: This thing has a point, it just takes a while to get to it.] My parents were good to me as a kid. I was born in Missouri’s capital (crystalizing my...

Cold night, family pictures, bright lights on the dead I thought I was done blogging and working for the night. But, I was just about finished watching West Wing when the phone rang. The...

It never ends Seems like I’ve been posting a lot today. You’d think I haven’t been doing anything at all. Now I’m stuck at work with nothing to do. I was supposed to go...

The Fever The first word Tim Harmon ever said to me had four letters in it and started with an F. That was all he said and he looked menacing when he said it....

The Five-Song Juke Box I’ve been called a lot of things in my day. When I was in sixth-grade, a girl at Fastnight Swimming Pool looked at my crotch and called me pencil-d*ck. I...

Big Puffy Man Update [Note: If you haven’t read the story of the big, puffy man, scroll down a few stories then read this] I don’t have the heart to write this out in...

Apart from the part… [Editor’s note: It looks like Strom will remain in the suspended animation state for a while longer. That gives me a couple of minutes.] Here’s the thing. When I was...

Strom I have a lot of things I’d like to write about right now… However, I live in South Carolina. I work in the news businesses. And Strom Thurmond just collapsed on the U.S....

Missing…big, puffy man…103 years old They say he’s capable. He’s a worldly sort who survived through 103 years of war, economic downturns, and lawsuit-happy societies. They say he knows his way around. But I’m...

Of bed sores and blubber I slept a lot in college. Actually, to be fair, I slept as much or little as anyone else. I just scattered my sleeping time around and it happened...

Thanks Crate Nicholson is an emotional man. He’s almost 80, frail, and just moved into a trailer on his daughter’s land. It was either that or a nursing home. He followed the first push...

Random Reality Ordinarily I like to keep my thoughts here swimming in one small Theme Pool. But, the pool is a bit leaky today, so I offer a few random thoughts and observations from...

Cuddling, nuzzling, and dreams of guzzling Fall fell this week. Walking barefoot in the driveway is now comfortably uncomfortable. The fleece (that’s plural for fleece, I guess) came down from the top of the...