The Best of BoCoMo live music 2008
Somewhere in the neighborhood of 17 years ago, I met a guy named Aaron. He was one of–if not the very first–person I spoke to on the University of Missouri college campus. He was...
Category: Friends
Now with an ascot!
Saturday night, I grabbed my iPod and set about chopping up onions and jalapenos while listening to a friend tell me stories. He told me one take about an evil Eastern European woman who...
The 500 Club Redux
Quite a few of you submitted your choices for your own personal 500 Club, so I guess it’s only fair that I pass on the original list. You can click on the link to...
The 500 Club
Admittedly, we’d had a couple of cocktails. After a gathering of friends for a neighborhood Christmas parade last night, G-Rob, T and I went out for a bite of sushi and a few drinks....
Collateral
I’m simply too tired today to write anything that makes sense, so I thought I’d offer something that didn’t make too much sense to me at the time. Last week when I was working...
My exotic life
(G-Vegas, SC)–Back home and barely rested after several days in Las Vegas. You went to Las Vegas? How exciting? Did you see Wayne Newton? Did Elton sing “Tiny Dancer?” Was Paris a slut? I...
A friend’s work
I know my friend T is a friend when he manages to do something cool for me like what you see below. If he would just cut it out with the viral videos from...
Dust storm perspective
Every time I start whining about how much I have to work or how dissatisfied I am with what I’m doing, I think about my buddy Daly. Here’s a picture he posted today of...
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...
Two years without Gulfman
Two years ago at this time, we knew Gulfman was dead. We’d known for a couple of days, but it wasn’t really official until May 20, 2006. In the time since he died, I’ve...
Things to read elsewhere
As I type, my entirely family is huddled in the master bedroom. The dog is on a leash, the wife and I are sitting in bed, and the boy is running around on the...
Wil Wheaton recommends, Otis’ son mildly traumatized
My new shirt came in the mail yesterday. I’m wearing it this afternoon. Today at lunch, the boy looked at me with the same, innocent and quizzical eyes. “Who are those guys, Daddy?” I...
T’s Rules for Home Improvement
In April 1999, I walked into a new job. It was a bustling newsroom that had already known my wife for a few weeks. The first desk I passed was one of those places...
Langerado 2008: Strawberry Shortcake’s key changes
By the time Sam Bush stepped to the stage on Friday afternoon, the south Florida sun had breached the clouds and enforced every sunscreen rule my mother ever preached. I sat on the ground...