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...
Category: Recreation
Friday Mental Massage: Prioritizing
My kid woke up this morning and knew who I am, so that’s better than yesterday. Since we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s time for a Friday Mental Massage on priorities. Friday–Okay,...
Safeside Superkid
I knew my kid was going to be difficult when he ordered a hamburger at a Mexican restaurant. I further knew he was going to be difficult when he insisted on going to the...
Suburban underbelly
As you know, I write a bit about my adventures as a suburban warrior. If I told all the stories, I’d probably wake up with a cardigan tied around my neck and a duck...
Four-year-old VIP
My kid is turning four years old this week. The bands have all been hired, the beer truck’s parking space is marked with orange cones, and the bikini-clad ring girls are auditioning today. The...
Free book!
It’s been a while since I gave away a book. Seems like now is as good a time as any. Back in December 2007, I sat in the D-terminal at McCarran International eating a...
You want pictures? You got pictures.
Post useless without pics. —Pauly Well, the bleeding has finally stopped. It took a little less than 24 hours. I consider that a win. As I mentioned last night, my left index finger lost...
Ginger fingers
It is my wife’s birthday. She gets a kick out of the fact I call her MILFy. She says it makes her feel sexy, like one of the MILF’s on hdpornmovies.xxx. It turns her...
What I need today
Busy day here on Mt. Otis. It’s the Misuss’ birthday weekend, not to mention the time scheduled for a fairly major home improvement project. The weekend project is about 40% finished with one day...
I know who I am!
I am often described as self-deprecating, self-loathing, and self-abusive. I cannot deny these assertions, because I am one more thing. I am also self-aware. I know who I am. Show me the naked silhouette...
My youth for sale
In the summer of 1994, I was a waiter at a place called El Chico. I was a good–if very clumsy–waiter. The tyrannical manager, a 40-something woman who needed desperately to get laid or...
Otis, the Lime Tosser
What did I do in Las Vegas for entertainment? See a show? Go to a club? Helicopter flight over the Grand Canyon? Nope, I took fifteen minutes at the end of most nights to...
Front row
There used to be a day when I didn’t have very much money. By that, I mean if there was any money left over after paying bills and eating, it was usually enough to...
Guns, Ammo, Bridal Registry
What you see below is an un-doctored picture taken by my brother just outside Union, Missouri. I don’t think it needs any further comment from me. You, however, are more than welcome to hit...