Some days I just feel like Drunk Jeff Goldblum. Actually, I feel more like a person who’s trapped in thinking jail. Bless “Videogum” for bringing this to my attention. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Sober life is a prison, shit-faced is a blessing
And now, perhaps the most ridiculous story I’ve shared in any electronic space. First some background: I, like around 12,000 others, am a yearly participant in the world’s largest trivia contest in the sleepy burg of Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Because … Continue reading I’m not at liberty to say how a secret message came for you today
A few months ago, in an attempt to perform a smaller version of a “clean sweep” of our house (the pragmatic advice of that one Australian guy employed by TLC continuously rings in our ears) we unearthed an old Ziploc filled with mementos. Finally, after toting this around for years, the time has come to get rid of these stray bits. This means another of my many exercises in closure through nostalgia. So, the collected items were dumped into a handy box– –and then the process begun by pulling them out one by one. These are the first five items … Continue reading I just can’t find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read
