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It’s the day after Christmas, well into the Kwanzaa season by now I guess and I’ve got a bunch of catching up to do. I’m actually having a pretty tough time writing tonight. I made a pot of coffee earlier this evening and I’ve since downed 10 (yep 10) cups in the past couple of [...]
I just got through “helping” my kid with a diorama.
You know the drill… a shoebox, crayons, craft paper, tears, safety scissors, pipe cleaners, a book report, screaming, paste, modeling clay, tape, cotton balls, a shoe thrown against the wall. All the makings of a fine time to be had with dad, right? When monkeys [...]
The Narcoleptic Van Luge
I’ve mentioned my annual Mantrip before (see the Thursday, October 09, 2003 | Exhibit A post). The Mantrip is a testosterone laden/alcohol soaked long weekend where a bunch of friends (up to 12 one year) corral our lazy asses into a “sooped-up” circa 1988 custom Chevy van and travel, headfirst, into a [...]
sidebar: This post is stupid, irrevelant and has little if any literary/journalistic value. AS IF it’s any different than any other post?
I got into blogging back in September. I really didn’t think I’d be writing very much at all and frankly I thought I would have ditched the whole thing within the first two weeks [...]