When we’re young, we believe in crazy things. I believed, for instance, that I would one day make money by my rudimentary ability to put one word after another and ending it with the correct punctuation mark…most of the time; And, OK, I did do a little magazine work, for mom-and-baby mags and for young-lonely-men-alone-in-their-room… Continue reading On Success
I realise that I’m in a fortunate position in not having a mortal enemy in life, but sometimes I feel like you’re not really living if you’re without one. As such, I’ve decided that the person in charge of this sign is the antagonist in my life story. Barely a week goes by without my… Continue reading Baby A
So, maybe this is a personality test. Do you read this as “TON-GASS”, as my wife does? Or do you read it as “Tongue-ass”, as I do? And what does that say about you…and me? I know what it says about my wife. She’s too good to be hanging around with the likes of us,… Continue reading Tongass
Never stop being crasy, little kid.
You crazy Americans work longer and, maybe, harder than comparative first world countries and it’s insane. We have only a finite time on this earth and somehow you have perfected the system where there’s an agreed-upon dollar value for each hour of your life, so you can sell it to corporations, store owners, and any… Continue reading It’s a Perfect (Work) Day
The thing about writers is…well, not all of them like to write. They write because they like to have written. Because they like the attention. Because they can’t get a proper job. And so, sometimes, they have to trick themselves into writing. For me, I buy things. I buy notebooks, use them for a few… Continue reading On Writing Tricks