Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. A few hundred emails, messages, and letters later, my birthday is over. Holy shit dudes. If the Internet was slow at your house, it’s probably because my computer was hogging it all. I avoided my computer, phone, and such most of the day, so when I finally sat down…
Today, I leave behind one of my greatest anxieties. For some irrational reason, I’ve been afraid to turn 27 for years. As of this morning, that anxiety can pass. I’m 28, and I don’t have to worry about it anymore. In case you don’t know about the 27 Club, I’ll drop some sweet knowledge on
I do this thing when I’m bored, or a bird flies by, or someone clicks on their mouse a bunch of times, or… I just did it with my own post. I get bored, my mind drifts, and then I’m shocked into this moment of, “WTF just happened?!” It’d by okay if I were even
Some days, I sit down at my computer, see that blank page, and have no idea what is going on. It’s like walking into a room, walking back out, and walking back in, hoping that your brain will remember what the hell you were doing. Just like that, except with writing. Most of the time,
Well, too damned bad! It’s summer, and I’m sweating at six in the morning. Can’t we just skip the last part of summer in Arizona? Wait. I take that back. Let’s wait a few days. I’m looking forward to my birthday. Guess I’ll sweat it out. Take note, Summer: Winter is coming. And Winter? I’m
I finally won my first game of Trivial Pursuit! In your face, past Me! Booya. I was excited until Jenny pointed out that I beat our kids at Trivial Pursuit Junior. Well, shit. Now I’m feeling slightly less awesome. No. Screw that. I had fun, and that’s all that matters. My wife and kids played
When someone comes over to our house, they all get the same spiel about the cats. Don’t pet Lavinius, even if he gets on your lap. Just let him get down again, and he won’t hurt you. Pet him, and suffer his rage. Ezra, however, you can chase down, pin against the wall, love, pet,
I feel like I’m faking my entire life right now. I smile when someone smiles at me. I laugh when people make jokes, and smile kindly when appropriate. I hug and thank people for inviting me over. I smile and enjoy what I can. But Jenny catches me staring into space. I feel her eyes
I am regularly caught by surprise by parenthood. Sometimes, my brain just kicks in, and I’m just sitting there thinking, “Did I just do that?” Sometimes it’s awesome. Every once in a while, you just have to be able to stop trying so hard. Yesterday was one of those days. Quietly coaching the Boy about
That’s it. I am absconding with the word “peopling” or “to people”. Usually, one uses this word in reference to adding a population to an area. Whether it’s God filling the Earth with humans, or creating a colony in a new place. I’d like to add a new definition: People: [pee-puh l] v. 1. successfully interacting
