Your Milkshake Sucks
It was 9:30 p.m. on a Tuesday and a bunch of us had just finished playing tennis in Gilbert — a perfect time for a drink.
Kieran
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.
Traitor McGee — Updated
Just like Trump running to Putin, this season one of the fucked up players on my tennis team went running to a bunch of “wanna be” winners. I was told “Traitor McGee” (not his real name, but close enough) wrote “a really nice note” on his way out […]
Snowbird Beggars
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, when the beggars begin to frolic in the streets of Tucson.
Driving under the influence of Tucson
One day a driver in Tucson is going to kill me with kindness — under the wheels of her white sedan with a big fucking Be Kind sticker on the back.
Christmas Shopping for Jesus
We’ve reach god’s busy season, and he’s gonna be grumpy again this year. You know jesus is just about impossible to shop for, and after more than 2000 birthdays
Thanks-grilling
About 30 Savages invaded the Bear’s home on Thursday — yes it was Thanksgiving. We had shish-kaboobs outside in 90-degree heat at 1 p.m
Fat Biker Problems – Talking
When I first started cycling, I had no idea it was a “social” activity. But sometimes I can’t get these fuckers to shut up.
A letter from Kieran to his tennis team — get on the short bus fuckers
I’m thinking of buying a white van and a long rope, so I can get you dumb shits to follow the eternal fucking rules of rec tennis.
Iron What?
Ironing is fucking stupid and dangerous, and we should all stop it.
Bloody Anti-inflammatory
I can usually have a good night if I can just get my drugs right. It’s not as easy as it sounds.
Head Case
I was denied summer camp as a child. I skipped the college dorm life. For a few years, I filled the camp/dorm fake nostalgia with Newks tennis camp.
House Elf
There are many weekend days at home in Gilbert when I miss our little solar-powered House Elf. I’m not talking about the Roomba
Joe Brodsky's Favorite Shot
If I hit some bullshit tennis shot off the net and it falls in for a winner, don’t hold your breath waiting for that pussy little hand wave
What Color is Your Dishwasher — Updated
Don’t look. Tell me what color your dishwasher is.
Fuck You Cell Phone – Updated
After several years of a happy relationship with my iPhone 6, one day it was just over. I can hardly stand to look it in the eye.
