Can we stop being so easily offended by everything? Why is it becoming increasingly difficult to behave like a normal human being when it comes to simple language? Why is everything we say put under such a brutal microscope, whose magnification transforms the 'perpetrator' into a Machiavellian figure? Can we stop that, please? Because it's… Continue reading The Danger In Economizing Words
I feel sorry for Tuesdays. Tuesday is like the middle child that gets left with the grandparents when the family goes to Disney World. Whereas Monday is the high profile villain we love to hate and Wednesday has achieved a low key Friday status, Tuesday ain't got much of anything going on. So in keeping… Continue reading Celebrating Tuesday! Said no one, ever.
I behave very much like a cicada when it comes to bowling, in that once every few years I will make the scene. As such, my game is less predictable than a soccer mom at a male revue show. And while I could go more often in order to sharpen my bowling skills, that would… Continue reading Striking out with my alley cats
Some words have all the luck. If you shout "Fire! in a crowded theater, you'll soon find yourself all alone. But if you shout "Bacon" in an empty kitchen, you will instantly achieve the opposite effect. No one likes a "headache" but everyone loves "chocolate". And while "water" is great, it doesn't elicit the same… Continue reading Excuse my French, but the (Pre)fix is In
I was a young Republican once upon a time. In the eighties, I loved Reagan, Prince and mall girls. Not necessarily in that order. As the years went by, my philosophies would change according to the education I was getting from the world I was busy growing up inside of. I voted for George H.… Continue reading The Light Of A Thousand Points
Okay . . maybe it wasn't lost after all. But admittedly, it has waned over the last few weeks. Blame it on the weather or James Comey's new tome, but whatever it was . . it was getting to me. One of the drawbacks to being a passionate individual is that the ebbs that switch… Continue reading Turns out, my lost mojo was on ice
Because I don't have a prompt at the ready, I'm just gonna deal up some of the thoughts that went through my head this morning whilst sipping on Cuban coffee. For those of you playing at home, I only include the thoughts that weren't screaming at me in Pig Latin. Enjoyway ethay owshay! Designated Survivor sits… Continue reading If laughing at yourself is divine, then I’m a deity . . .