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...
Category: Suburban warrior
Envelope please
I’ve mentioned my buddy’s blog before. I’m sure I’ll mention it again. He writes one of the best military blogs out there. If you read nothing else today, read his story from Iraq: KIDS....
Discarded Twitter posts
Collected below are tweets that didnt make the cut on my Twitter feed. I am too lazy to get a haircut Somehow it makes me feel better that Brad Pitt has gray in his...
Big Box Blues Update
When we last left our intrepid hero (or the guy who doesn’t save receipts), he was awash in the Big Box Blues. I figured I’d offer some resolution. Turns out, after all the work...
Big box blues
I hate this part. There was a time when my not-yet-atrophied heart thought about the romantic nature of gift-buying. I would spend hours looking for the perfect gift, from a jeweler similar to this...
Slice of summer
Autumn makes me think. Spring makes me feel. Winter makes me numb. Summer makes me…me. Summer smells like cut grass at sundown. It looks like a teenage girl’s windblown sundress. It feels like sweat...
Otis’ Boxed Life
I have two lives: In the box and out of the box. My time out of the box is governed by the whims, wishes, and needs of my wife and kid. It’s beautiful, but...
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...
Brought up on Sin City
I’ve managed to make optimism a fault. I don’t know how it happened, but some time in the last decade, I’ve figured out a way to find silver linings in sow’s ears (not to...
Twinkle
I’ve just spent five days as Mr. Mom. It was exhausting, frustrating, and absolutely fantastic. I have way too much to do to properly recount the past week. Two quick anecdotes, though, just to...
Cat away
My wife is on a boat somewhere and sleeping in a cabin with another pretty woman. I made sure my wife’s camera was charged before she left. Beginning yesterday morning and lasting until Monday...
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...