In the Venn diagram center of “Scooters” and “Shooters” lies this bar. Bikers also welcome. I can only hope that the games of pool are done on the bikes, like jousting on horseback.
Like a playboy about to head into a monastery; like a drug addict about to spend hard months in rehab, I was a man about to (make a serious attempt to largely) give up sugar, and this was my last weekend of naturally flavored sweetened goodness. In theory. I made a list of the things… Continue reading On Sugar
Although I may not see you as much as I used to – my wife and doctor both say you’re no good for me, but they don’t know you like I do – I still think of you. Every day. Thanks, donuts. For everything. You were the best friend a hungry man ever had.
Look, things are bad here in the land of the bacon double cheeseburger. There are really two ways we can go from here – we can try to make things better or we can definitely make things worse. And we can certainly end up doing both at the same time. Look, again, I’m not telling… Continue reading On Making Bad Times Worse
Obviously, I have no idea what’s going on here, but doesn’t it look like a pictograph description of a Dr Who episode?
There are many apparently straightforward things that seem like they will forever be beyond my abilities: putting up shelving; driving; not going for that third helping of barbecue. But maybe the simplest thing that I struggle with is the basic shaving of the face. It’s not hard. We have all kinds of tools to help… Continue reading On Shaving
From the beginning, it seemed like almost no one whose name wasn’t Clinton wanted HRC to be president. If you wanted an experienced politician, you had Biden. A left-field choice? Bernie Sanders. A female president? Elizabeth Warren was a more exciting option. HRC, every time, was the choice with just too much baggage. Biden chose… Continue reading US Election 2016 – Part II, Clinton