They say that we – as privileged American consumer people – tend to accumulate many more “things” than we actually need to be happy and function in life; Where’s he going with this?
Well it happened; the inevitable day of my reckoning arrived… the appointment that had seemed so far off when I made it snuck up on me like a burp on a baby. Cue the Jaws music…
I was recently “Twittered”…or is it “Tweeted”? “Chirped”, maybe? I don’t know, I don’t really “get” Twitter, but APPARENTLY it’s not totally worthless!
I woke last week to a strange new world, a world of opposites and impossibilities, devoid of order and reason; still governed by physics, but defying all logic. How could this BE?!
Well, another epic kickball season has come to a close, and while we once again delivered the riveting beer-fueled excitement our fans have come to expect over the years – earning a berth in the consolation playoffs, and immediately advancing to the final round with a victory by forfeit Yeah, so now what?
So the great homelessness saga of 2016 is coming to an end this week, and it seemed like a good time to reflect on all the things that have kept me from updating the blog for the last couple of months. Continue reading
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a creature of habit – which is not to say I’m a stick in the mud – I simply believe there’s a single right way to do everything, and I like it when those things are done on schedule. Deviation will not be tolerated!
This year for Valentine’s Day, I got a wild hair and decided to make a grand romantic gesture for my wife, thereby making all the other husbands in the area look like chumps. Read on to learn about the dangers of outdoing yourself
I don’t want to sound like a prissy snoot-bag, but I fancy myself a bit of wine drinker. It wasn’t easy to get to this point, as I typically prefer drinks with high sugar and umbrella content, but my (now) wife and I went to great lengths to develop a taste for the stuff in college. This meant spending what little money I had on lavish dates at expensive restaurants, choking down glasses of wine of that neither of us were especially fond of – often fighting back what we still refer to as our “wine faces” – while politely assuring one another that it was “very good,” and making up the best descriptions we could think of to help hide our disgust, some of which can be seen in the following examples: Continue reading
I’ve personally never been all that fond of New Years. Sure, I enjoy the friends, the food, and the champagne, but to me it always seems like less of an occasion to celebrate, and more of a time to lament another year lost down the tubes of history in our steady trudge towards old age and death – I am a BLAST at parties – and I’ve never understood the point of it. Hold on, it gets better!