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Friday, March 24, 2017

Just how weird is this blogger, anyway?

Black Cat's posting about pets, or lack thereof, got me to wondering just how far have I gone on the weird animal/indulgent pet daddy spectrum. I mean, I truly become sad when I see road kill -- even going so far as to pray for the dead critter's soul, even though I'm not much of a praying man.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Bob Vila does not live here...

And I can prove it. Just look at my thumb, or my roof. My thumb should be swollen to about the size and color of a Hubbard squash due to repeated near misses with a hammer and my roof should have several lightning scores on it. Who says the Good Lord can’t hear what you say? My problem is... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Fear and loathing in the remote control...

Yet another thing I’ve noticed about my galloping downhill ride into curmudgeon - hood is my intense and ever growing dislike of television. More specifically, I am annoyed – nay, I am disturbed and offended – by most everything I see these days, from a plethora of utterly mindless content to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Clearing up a few misunderstandings...

Lately, I’ve been just a little chafed with what I see as an uptick in invasive contacts. More specifically, I’m irritated with the number of unsolicited sales pitches I’ve been seeing of late. They come in a variety of shapes and sizes, but the bottom line remains the same. Someone wants something,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Clowns to the left of me...

I always felt a little different from everyone else, like I was a man ahead of my time. I’m talking, of course, about my abject, spine-curling fear of clowns. It may have been the drunken creep on stilts I encountered at my first circus when I was four. It may have been a surreptitiously watched... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 10, 2017

Living the dream?

I’ve always been plagued by an active, somewhat bizarre imagination. Some of the dreams I’ve had over the years have been real doozies. I used to think they actually meant something or perhaps augured some opaque but important future event. Alas, as I’ve gotten a little older, I’ve concluded it... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

More sensory overload

There’s something about longer days and warmer weather that really tickles the senses. For instance, pollen tickles my nose hairs and makes me sneeze loudly and repeatedly. I’m afraid to sneeze into my elbow because I sense it will blow my arm right out of the socket. But that’s nothing compared to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 2, 2016

It works, sort of...

Dave Barry, one of my literary heroes and the guy who is making all the money I should have made if I were only a few years earlier and a lot funnier, once wrote a great piece called “Snuggle Bear Must Die.” Basically, it was a hilarious screed about the commercials we all loved to hate back in the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Armchair quarterbacks...

One thing I really love about the Internet is how modern technology has made it possible for so many experts to provide instant advice on any subject. Lucky us. The latest is this incident at the Cincinnati Zoo, during which a four year old child managed to get into the enclosure that houses the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Let the colors fly...

I have two large flags I will be displaying this week. Pretty pieces of cloth, indeed, few things are more beautiful than the flag of this country, but the threads that form them and hold them together are threads that run through me, connect me and keep me somewhat centered. These are my father’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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