Battered Blogger Syndrome
Google loves me. I know it does. I can see it in its eyes as it completely ignores me. At times, I am browsing the internet and/or looking for new things to buy. Sometimes...
Category: Suburban warrior
Empty and hoping
No need to wax nostalgic. If you are a New Orleans lover as I am, you’re thinking the same thing. Let’s talk this time tomorrow and hope it’s a good conversation. Looking out...
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...
Not-so-breaking news
Since a lot of you have been asking. I’m not moving to Canada. I’m not moving anywhere right now. I’m not going to write about why…right now. And, yeah, I’m fine with it. Just...
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...
Define “benefit”
The first time I saw this headline, I thought, “That might be funny. I’ll come back to it later and see if I still think so.” I still think so.
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...
Making my wife happy
My wife has never said this, but I get the impression she loves the fact I am out of shape and stupid. My kid’s fourth birthday party got me thinking about it. As I...
Jerry Buck Inman guilty
A little more than two years ago, this community became the focus of sensational media coverage centered around a Clemson University student who had reportedly been strangled to death with her own bikini. If...
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...
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...
A million little pieces
My kid loves animals. I could buy him the most expensive toys in the world and he would set them aside to play with his over-large collection of Sclheich wildlife figurines. The concept of...
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...