Stuff and things and other things (again)

If you happened to be a particularly mean and/or nasty person, you know, the sort of type-A, it's-all-about-me, shaking-a-finger-while-wagging-your-head-on-camera-doing-your-Bridezillas-thing, you probably wouldn't be able to restrain yourself from pointing out, potentially loudly, that I've been a terrible blogger recently. I expect it'd be something like, "Mmmm-mmm, my baby-daddy blogs more than you do, and he's … Continue reading Stuff and things and other things (again)

The fancy dreams of our youth are all eventually waylaid by, um, beer

In the halcyon days of my youth, when I used to dream Great Dreams of someday becoming a writer, I had some...strange...ideas.  I always pictured "Puddin' the Writer" as having a pipe and a tweed jacket with those elbow patches, and spending his evenings calmly before a roaring fire, hound at his feet.  He'd either … Continue reading The fancy dreams of our youth are all eventually waylaid by, um, beer