“I bought this bike, so I could ride it. I don’t want to learn how to fix it.”
I've been a journalist, teacher, instructional designer, project manager, product manager, business guy... Veteran of the married life for 30-something years. Sort of helped raise one boy to be decent adult. Here to spread my bullshit and read what others have to say.
Just try to hold your breath when cycling past the dairy farm — I fucking dare you. It can’t be done.
Here’s a message I thought I could stand up and salute… or at least a part of me could.
After a dozen years of living part time in the Dirty T, right around Christmas, I quit my job — so I’m selling my condo and abandoning the third-world racquet club.
Protestors, rioters, terrorists… seem to be the media’s choice for naming the fools who stormed the Capitol on Jan. 6 and might be planning more attacks this week.
Cops and prosecutors arrest and charge them as trespassers and assaulters and say they participated in “disorderly conduct.”
But all that’s bullshit.
Turns out the woman who I have referred to as “The Bear” on the internet for the past three years is not an animal at all.
She’s my Sugar Mama… showering me with all of that sweet, sweet teacher money.
It was the first or second day of school the first year I was teaching 8th grade when “Bradley” tried to blow the ceiling off the classroom with what could have been the world’s loudest and longest fart.
Ducks should run like chickens. But not the fucking gaggle on the Western Canal bike path south of Baseline Road in Mesa, Az.
While other people ignore the warnings and pack the airports, there will be no big Savage family Thanksgiving. Can’t have 20-plus people gather in 2020.
Just when I was getting used to the new shittyness of the WordPress block editor – they fucked up the scheduler.
I used to think only Banana Republics prosecuted and imprisoned politicians who lost.
But we need to make an exception for the Orange Republican.
After 7 months of lockdown, we broke my dad out of the old folks home.
No matter what happens tonight on election night, it’s just the beginning.
I recently went to my first writers conference (virtually). What did I learn? I’m a shitty writer.
I was as happy as a school girl on heroin pedaling through a residential neighborhood in San Diego — when I got screwed. Hundreds of times. That’s how many drywall screws were lying about the bike lane pointing every which way. Gray screws against gray pavement. Almost impossible […]