Gone Puddin’

I know, we haven’t talked in a while.  It’s, like, I haven’t been around for the past few days or something. Well, actually, it’s not like that at all. It’s exactly that.  I haven’t been. Around, that is.  I’ve been in Connecticut. Yes, that state in New England. Because I had to do [redacted]. Truth … Continue reading Gone Puddin’

From the archives (again): Green, Tasteless Beer (a poem for St. Patrick’s Day)

[Author's note: I originally wrote this poem in 2011. Since then, it has become (with the exception of the post that was Freshly Pressed) the most often-viewed post ever for Puddintopia.  I wrote it in about 5 minutes as a lark because I didn't know what else to ramble about that day, having no idea … Continue reading From the archives (again): Green, Tasteless Beer (a poem for St. Patrick’s Day)

I was mostly offline all weekend. Somehow I survived.

I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be wholly absent from the internet for something ridiculous like three entire days.  Seriously, three days of being mostly offline is akin to, I don't know, going down in a bi-plane crash in the Congo in the 1920's or something.  Which is to say, everyone will assume you're … Continue reading I was mostly offline all weekend. Somehow I survived.

The dark, cold, grey expanse of another endless February lies before me…

Once again, the dark time is upon us.  The Super Bowl is over, and just like every year, the cold, sober, grey light of a February dawn brings the realization that I'm screwed. Football is over.  Baseball has yet to start. Basketball has little meaning until there's a tournament involved, and I've got no sport … Continue reading The dark, cold, grey expanse of another endless February lies before me…