Friday Mental Massage: The big purge
After three days of near-constant downpours, the sun has come out over G-Vegas. The sky is blue, the air is cool, and it feels exactly as a South Carolina December should. As you might...
Category: Brain Dump
Otis funk ramble
Let’s face it. I’m grumpy. I’ve been grumpy for three weeks. I’m a real jerk when I’m grumpy. I’m also not very smart. This weekend, I pulled out of my garage in my wife’s...
Friday Mental Massage: The Toxicity Edition
This was not the best week I’ve ever had. It wasn’t the worst, by far, but in terms of week’s I’d rather not re-live, this one ranks in the top 50 or so. I...
Friday Mental Massage: Foul Mood Friday
It all started yesterday when a friend told me he was in a bad mood. Funny, I thought, I’m in a pretty good mood. From that second forward I have been in a downward...
Friday Mental Massage: Missouri edition
This is going to be a quick one today, as we’re loading up and moving out to a different part of the state in a few hours. I am a whale–The past two weeks...
Paying Mr. Time Machine
How much would you pay? That was the question. During a fairly long set break at the Yonder Mountain String Band show last night, I was chatting with two dear friends. They’re married with...
Friday Mental Massage: Clown edition
(Running around with arms flailing in the air) I’m a freak! I’m a freak! I’m your clown! Laugh, monkey, laugh! Exclamation point! That was my last post on my Twitter account. It drew several...
Friday Mental Massage: Looking ahead
One of my fellow suburban warriors gets a light in his eye when he finds the much-fabled “something to look forward to.” The bad grammar aside, it’s a suburban warrior’s second reason for getting...
Friday Mental Massage: Blind and inquisitive
Today, the sky is as blue as its been in weeks. The haze is gone. The tropical rains (all five inches of it) made the grass green. It’s just about perfect, so I’m not...
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,...
Friday Mental Massage: Bigfoot, the boy, birthdays
Not a lot of time this Friday morning, so let’s just jump into it. CNN should be spanked–Yes, I’ve seen the claims about Bigfoot being found an hour or so from my house. I...
Friday Mental Massage: 08/08/08 Edition
It’s been a great while since I did an old fashioned Friday Mental Massage. I need a good mental chop-chop right now. So, let’s get to it, shall we? I am an unabashed Brett...
Go crazy with me
Pretend we’ve just had six beers apiece. Pretend we’re sitting in a bar where you can actually hear me talk and the only one interrupting us is the bartender, and he only wants to...
Trapped
I don’t believe problems without solutions. If something doesn’t have a solution, it’s more than a problem. It’s a dead-end, like that story you tried to tell when you went to the emergency room...