A few years ago, I helped the Hunger Task Force collect mini marshmallows for their Thanksgiving dinner bins. Others gathered the turkey, stuffing and whatnot. I took responsibility for the mini-marshmallows for the sweet potato casserole portion. Our goal was 800 bags and we collected 1,300 bags. I was so proud of my fellow social […]
I took a vacation day from work to write, drink coffee, and eat cinnamon coffee cake. Writing – real writing, not the usual tweeting or Facebook posting – is the first thing I tend to sacrifice for all of life’s other needs. I knew I needed to take a day just for myself. To reconnect […]
Issue 1 of a new meme I’ve created. It’s putting actual quotes from Charles Bukowski over Charlie Brown comics. Oddly, they seem fitting.
UPDATE: Thanksgiving has come and gone. And so I thought it would be nice to let everyone know how we did with this drive! I am proud to report that the Hunger Task Force ended up receiving more than 1,300 bags of mini marshmallows for their turkey dinner bins! As you recall, our goal was […]
– A white cat, which I inadvertently said “Hello feline!” to in my crazy cat man voice – A cross-dressing homeless man on the bike path who waved at me (I did not say hello to him in my crazy cat man voice) – Two of my friends, at separate points, also running – Random […]
I took the last month and a half off from blogging to focus on my writing over on Twitter and Tumblr. Allowed me to go off the grid and let people forget about these essays and random thoughts over here. So if you’re still hanging around, thanks for that. I leave a spare key under […]
Make no mistake, I will judge you if: you are still turning on your Christmas lights you even smirk at a single frame of the tv spots for Tooth Fairy you have the last name Reinhold.
Nowadays, if you talk to a high schooler about Shop class, do they just assume you’re talking about Photoshop? Trick question. It doesn’t matter. Chris Hansen approaches you and asks you to take a seat, regardless. What are you doing talking to a high schooler?
I feel sorry for Jerry. He lives on the corner of the subdivision, next to Jenny. A complete coincidence that neighbors would also share a phone number that differs by just the final digit. Jenny’s a girl with the kind of charisma that makes happily married men hold the door upon her arrival, and wordsmiths […]
At night, the heavier the wind blows outside, the emptier the bed feels inside.