Living on the Crack
We all have our little addictions. Some good, some not so good. For the past decade, I’ve been hooked on the crack.
Quit the couch
About 15 years ago the wife found the perfect couch in the worst possible place — Goodyear, Arizona — about 60 miles from our house.
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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.
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Sisyphus
A little story about dogs, spouses and eternal punishments from my friend Stephen Metcalfe. It’s worth the time to read. https://stephenmetcalfewords.com/2023/08/08/sisyphus/
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Artificial pickle
I wasn’t worried about AI taking over the world, until I tried to chat with the robots at Bing.
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Fake Facebook Birthdays
I fought the Facebook, and the Facebook won.
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70-degree reflections
We left the burning hell of Phoenix and its record number of 115 degree-days (25 in a row and counting) for the 73-degree days and ocean breezes in La Jolla. After 3 days in the “cool,” my forehead was on fire.
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I wanna see more dopers
This religious zest for drug purity in sports is bullshit at it’s best.
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The THIRD(!!) Cover
You can’t judge a book by its cover, but a bad cover is a damning indictment of the publisher — or lack thereof.
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LJBTC secret
I think I know a secret about the LJBTC community. I’m sharing it on this bullshit blog because I don’t think any of my 12 readers can fuck this up for me.
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Lewis Black Harassment
Lewis Black hates tennis. But he closed a show in Austin, Texas a few years ago with a little tale I wrote about the John Newcombe Tennis Ranch. I just found a copy of the video, so I’m reposting it.
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Cycling camp
“I’ve got a problem,” the producer said. “For this holocaust movie…”
“Wait, what holocaust movie?” his older friend and mentor said.
“It’s based on a true story… about how a special skill let someone survive.”
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Who will Comfort this Animal
I always thought “comfort animals” were bullshit –until I saw one in San Francisco.
Going through airport security is stressful enough, but the lady in front of me was bed, bath and beyond stress.
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Death by pickleball
I thought I was the biggest pickleball hater, until I read the story of a cancer patient who told the NewYork Times that living next to pickleball courts was worse than cancer.
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My Generation
My generation sucks. And if you think I’m talking about “The Who” song, you are probably part of the problem.
