Fortunately, The Socks (a Puddintopia Treatise on Turning 45 and NOT Quite Being The Rock)

This pair of socks is pretty much unlike anything I've worn so far this year, and not by accident. In fact, I've been saving them for today. Because kinda like these socks, today is a day a little unlike the others, and this post will follow accordingly. That is, I hope you can forgive me … Continue reading Fortunately, The Socks (a Puddintopia Treatise on Turning 45 and NOT Quite Being The Rock)

It turns out I’m not perfect. Neither are you. And that’s okay.

Sometime between 10:30 and 11 PM Monday night, I made the entire world stop around me—kind of like Hiro could do on that show Heroes?—so I could fix a problem with the poem I posted in honor of the Royal Mouth-To-Feed’s much-tweeted about entry into the realm of humans.  Seriously, someone was actually talking to … Continue reading It turns out I’m not perfect. Neither are you. And that’s okay.

Repost: The journey of self-improvement, starting right, uh, tomorrow

[Author's Note: I'm taking the week off from writing new material, more or less, because, well, because.  So instead, I'm going to repost a couple of old entries that may or may not have a thematic or referential similarity. In other word's, there might be some reason to my rhyme, but then again, they might be … Continue reading Repost: The journey of self-improvement, starting right, uh, tomorrow

Stopping to smell the flowers, err, hop aroma

Have you ever noticed that everybody nowadays seems to have lists and lists of stuff they're actively checking-off  to feel like they're, you know, accomplishing those ever important "life goals"?  There's the pile of books you just have to burn through because everyone says that they're each, respectively, the best thing since Snooki's book*; there's … Continue reading Stopping to smell the flowers, err, hop aroma