Mostly stories about humorous or interesting things that have happened to me.
No, there can be more, swords that is. Fair warning. This one is probably going to be boring for some of you. ‘Nuff said. We recently had some plumbing issues (no it’s not a plumbing story) and while the plumber was here he commented on some swords I had hanging on my walls. I am an amateur sword collector. Amateur being the keyword there as I don’t have any thousand year old swords that have been folded 200 times or…
I recently posted a story about where I ended up doing the right thing in the end. I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about me, so now I’ll post one where I didn’t listen to the little angel on my shoulder. As a matter of fact, I don’t even remember the angel even showing up for this one. It was December 25th 1980-something and I got a Walkman for Christmas. Remember those? I went everywhere with that…
Have you ever been listening to Piano Man by Billy Joel and wondering exactly what a Real Estate Novelist is, or how Paul can be one? Turns out there is no such thing as a real estate novelist. He is just a real estate broker who’s been working on a novel for a long time. I can identify with Paul on that one but you would have to call me an Electronics Technician Novelist. A lot of times I don’t…
I stared at the computer screen: OPEN 1,8,15,”S:RH05″:CLOSE 1| It was the fall of 1985 and I was sitting in my high school computer lab. There were 20 Commodore PET computers (see featured image) in the lab all sitting on a long table in the middle of the room. 10 of the computers were on one side facing 10 other computers on the other side so that it formed two rows. I was on the right hand side at the…
My Dad is a great guy. He stuck around my whole life. He taught me how to be a responsible adult. He even helped me out a lot this hell year of medical issues. So I’m trying to find a nice way to say what I’m about to say. I can’t think of a nice way, so I’ll just say it. My Dad is a cheapskate. He puts in maximum effort in order to save a minimum amount on something….
My blogging buddy Kristine at Adulting In Progress recently did a post about guilty pleasures. Her’s were reality TV shows. I don’t watch a lot of reality TV shows but it got me thinking about the ones I do watch. The BIG THREE are Survivor, Big Brother, and Amazing Race. I cut my teeth on Survivor when I started watching the second season. I haven’t missed a season since and even bought the DVDs of the first season so I…
I already posted about the first time I wrote a story. This is about the second time I tried that. In my younger days I was enamored with Stephen King and his books. I loved them and read them all. I wanted to write like Stephen King and tell his kind of stories. I attempted to do that on several occasions but the tales never materialized the way I thought they would and I eventually abandoned them. In 1987 when…
Would it surprise you to find out I stabbed a person? It’s true. I did. I’m not proud of it but I can’t deny it happened. No, I didn’t impale him on a samurai sword after he brutally raped and sodomized another guy. My choice of weapon wasn’t quite as lethal, but it did pack a punch, or shoud I say puncture? Maybe I should give you a little context here. I was a sophomore in high school (that’s grade…
When I was a child my parents had a subscription to those Reader’s Digest magazines. Remember those? They were little book sized magazines with all types of articles in them. They always ended up on a shelf next to the toilet in our bathroom. So while I did my business, I would often leaf through them. Most of the articles didn’t interest me but some of the stories did. Of particular interest to me was the section called Humor in…
In a few days it will be July 4th, American Independence Day, and that reminded me of a story. I recently posted another story about friends I met through a local BBS. This is another tale from the BBS. But first, I’m writing this on July 1st, which is Canada Day. A few of my few readers are Canadians. So I’d like to acknowledge them. OK, back to this American tale. It was 1996 in Jacksonville, FL and the BBS…