Fake ID for TP
For the first time in 35 years together, the Bear and I are doing a little bit of hoarding.
I know what you are thinking, and fuck you. It’s just a little bit of hoarding, and it’s not for us.
A Fifth of Hope
Just when I think Americans and their leaders are so fucked-up, the country hardly deserves to survive, we do something as a group I can finally salute.
Spousal Distancing
For not the first time in a decade, the man cave has come in handy.
REFUGE
Originally posted on stephen metcalfe:
? In my house, my place of escape, refuge, privacy, contemplation and uninterrupted reading is on the toilet. When the going gets tough, the tough get going and I go to the bathroom. Excuse me, I’ll say! I have to go sit for…
Fat Biker: E-Bikes
I was struggling to get up Las Sendas when these four 70-something, fat ass, snowbirds from Michigan floated past me like they were riding on a cloud.
Laughing during the Pandemic
I’m not one of these nuts that wants to spread the virus or let grandparents die to “save” the economy. All these deaths from Covid-19 are preventable, and we should do everything we can to save each person.
But now is a good time for a little perspective.
Zoom Choc-a-laca
With this pandemic, it’s morning zoom and night.
By that I mean I’m lucky enough to be on non-stop conference calls with Zoom — the best of the fucked-up softwares that make every virtual meeting feel like it’s taking place in a busy bus terminal.
The fucked-up tennis team — STOP
One of the things I like about tennis is the built in “physical distancing.” Even in doubles there’s 4 people in 2808 square feet.
Intelligence Test
I don’t need no IQ test to tell how stupid people think I am. I just need the Bear to leave for a few days.
On Hope
Originally posted on stephen metcalfe:
I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now. * As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope. …
Begging for Blogs
Talking shit about your “friends” on the internet should be endorsed by the American Psychological Association — it’s a great sanity check.
What’s in a name, Kieran
It is not quite “The Boy Named Sue,” but Kieran is fucking close enough.
In Tryanny
Let me tell you what will scare the fuck out of anyone with a brain and a sense of history — a little teeny, tiny book my father gave all his children when Trump was elected.
COW Surprise
There are hours (never full days) when I miss being a teacher. Then the Bear tells me “how her day went” and I remember: ohh that shit sucks.
Chicken Shit Surround Sound
I’m hoping roosters taste exactly like chicken, because my other neighbor just got a Mother Fucking Rooster.
