For the backstory on this series of posts see here. You wake up with a nameless feeling of dread in your gut, but you can’t figure out what it is. Write down everything that could possibly happen during the day that could be something for you to dread. Wow. Talk about a container full of annelids that’s about to be unlocked (see here for translation). Going to just totally spitball these off the top of my head: My social awkwardness could…
It seems like every morning when I flip on the news as I am getting ready for work, the anchor is telling me it is National Something Day. This morning I was duly informed that it was National Take Your Daughter and Sons to Work Day. Well, my daughter and sons live many miles away, are in their 20’s, and have jobs of their own. So, I don’t think I’ll be observing this one. However, it got me to thinking. …
Prepare yourself. This next statement is going to be profound. There are two types of people in this world. Those who roll the toilet paper from the top and those who roll it from the bottom. (There are actually two other types. Those that love the movie Napoleon Dynamite and those that loath it. Where have I heard this before? For now, just pretend there are only two types.) I think my preference is abundantly clear from the following tweet: I’m…
You ever have a story you wanted to tell but were afraid it would hurt the feeling of some of the ones involved? Yea, this is one of those. I’ve wanted to tell this story for a while, but the others involved know about my blog and could potentially read this. I’ve decided to tell it anyway and hope feelings aren’t hurt too much. I will change names to protect the guilty. Except for my dog. He can’t read and…
For the backstory on this series of posts see here. Remember something momentous that happened to you. Then write about what happened right before the incident. My culinary skills back then were definitely not up to Chef Ramsay’s standards. They still aren’t, but significantly better. I could probably give the local chef at the Golden Corral a run for his money. Anyway, that night my wife had to work late so I decided to fix dinner. It was going to…
This isn’t a real post. I went on an overnight hike last month that I briefly mentioned in another post and I brought my Go Pro along. I made a short edit of some of the video I shot on the hike and thought I would show it to you. Enjoy! Or don’t. Not trying to tell you what to do.
Recently my friend Christopher Waldrop wrote a post on his blog where he made a funny quip about being pulled over for driving under the influenza. I told him in the comment section that if he told me that story, I would reciprocate with a story about the time I got arrested for walking under the influence. Turns out he was just kidding. I, on the other hand, was not. So I am going to make him come to my…
I spent the last weekend on an Appalachian Trail backpacking trip with my hiking partner, Sawyer, The Trail Wonder Dog. While we were lying in our two man one man/one dog tent in the dead of the night, all alone in the wilderness, I remembered a story about the time I went camping a few years ago with my sons and thought it would be a good blog topic. Then I got slightly distracted when I heard about 42 coyotes (not even sure they…
When I started this blog I promised myself I wouldn’t post about political issues. This is as close to breaking that promise as I’m going to get. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, especially when it comes to writing. I can’t blame it all on the current temperament of the country, but all the screaming surely isn’t helping. There’s screaming from the left, there’s screaming from the right. There’s screaming on TV, on my Facebook page, and on my…
OK, it’s not really a 100 years old. It’s only 14 years old. What in the hell am I talking about? Why it’s this one can of beer I’ve had in my fridge that whole time. I’m sure a few questions leap to mind. Why do you have a 14 year old beer in your fridge? Why do you call it a 100 year old beer? What do you plan to do with this can of beer? Are you retarded…