Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
This strange springtime of social distancing keeps presenting me with new opportunities to string sentences together that I never in a million years thought I'd say. Case in point, the latest of such unexpected statements: today I am indeed wearing a pair of socks emblazoned with the face of the Governor of Kentucky, Andy Beshear. … Continue reading Socks for Social Distancing, Day 31
Ok, yeah, that was bad. I expect more from myself in this space than cringe-worthy puns and dad jokes...
Who's socially distancing like you and me? SpongeBob SquarePants!
My understanding is that people across the country are starting to feel a little stir crazy already from our current exercise in limiting contact with each other. When picking out socks this morning, then...
It's Friday here, and I'm working hard to make sure I accomplish today's goal, so I gotta keep this short. Which, given my propensity for meandering off onto tangents about things like bee pollen and brown sugar Pop Tarts, could potentially prove to be a bit of a problem. Luckily, explaining my Day Four goal … Continue reading Day Four (is kinda about haiku)
I seem to recall swearing up and down not even a month ago that I was going to reset my evening activity schedule and commit to writing and/or reading instead of spending three hours staring, slack-jawed, at a screen full of bright colors and explosions. In fact, there’s probably evidence of said promise in the … Continue reading Lies, Damned Lies, and Star Wars
I’d fully intended Monday’s post to stand as a sort of personal affirmation about the shift in my nightly focus away from binging on superheroes in high definition and towards kicking ass and taking names my own self, on my own projects. However, shortly after the post went up, it was pointed out to me … Continue reading A Day In The Life
The calendar once against says today is March 17th. You know what means, right? It’s Saint Patrick’s Day, aka, the Feast of Saint Patrick, the one day of the year dedicated to the patron saint of Ireland, a man I’m pretty sure was canonized more for his conversion of Irish pagans to Catholicism than anything … Continue reading A Saint Patrick’s Day Primer
A few nights ago, after brushing his little, seven year-old teeth while wearing a set of colorful, seven year-old’s pajamas, my youngest son bounced up to me to make an announcement. The bouncing wasn't a surprise, of course; when you’re seven, if your movement from place to place isn’t primarily bounce-driven, something needs a band-aid, … Continue reading The Slow, Torturous March to Parental Obsolescence, Part I
If at any point, you had the grand misfortune of being exposed to your local news today – perhaps because you visited a dear, sleepy relative at Withering Acres, or you lost your remote control and were held captive for 3 frantic minutes to whatever local channel you happened to fall asleep in front of … Continue reading In Preparation For Snowpocalypse ‘16
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