Fog of War With Myself
I haven’t really written anything since January. It wasn’t by choice. Believe me. It’s never by choice.Read More
Category: Journal
Nobody wants to reflect on 2020
I have never felt more mentally exhausted in my life.
Starting this on January 1st, the 365th day of the year, and all I feel is worn down trying to reflect on 2020. Some of that is the rum I had last night, but that’s more my body feeling like the bean bag chair in a college dorm that not once has anyone ever considered cleaning. Okay not that gross. Let’s back up.Read More
The slow Drip of Creativity when you have ADHD
I don’t want to write about pro wrestling.
It’s not that I don’t have ideas. I have plenty! I could probably write for a website again weekly about pro wrestling should I choose to.
(Which I’m not choosing to, which I’m going to get at.)Read More
61 Days Left of 2020
I really haven’t written anything in October despite the fact I plan to start writing every day in November. That’s a bad idea. But you know what they say. What good idea exists without a bad idea preceding it?Read More
An apology to squirrels. But not raccoons.
On May 14, 2020, I wrote an article about squirrels in my house.
I was wrong. I apologize to squirrels for accusing them of invading my home, not paying rent, and being a general nuisance. Keep eating your nuts. You’re the best.Read More
You don’t know what is inside my head
A sensitivity warning and a disclaimer that I am not an expert, the things I say may be in contrast to what an expert says on the subject, and these are things I could change my mind on in the future. This is a diary to the world on my feelings right now. Also: I’m fine. The world is on fire, same fire that’s been burning forever, but I look forward to every tomorrow. This isn’t about me.
Earlier this week, Kate Spade passed away after committing suicide. I did not know who Kate Spade was, and many people looked at me funny when I said I did not know who she was.
Today, it has come out that Anthony Bourdain also committed suicide. Bourdain is a favourite of mine and means to me the same way the people who looked at me funny when I said I didn’t know who Spade was. This isn’t a competition. It’s more a reflection of the different ways celebrity and icon can mean to different people.Read More
Racism and Responsibility: Family, Friends, And You
I feel like I need to make a note about racism and responsibility that’s too long for a Facebook status update or a bunch of tweets. And if I make a sweeping statement (I will make a few), do not return how this doesn’t apply to you. If it doesn’t, you know it. You don’t have to announce it.Read More
Like Sticks on the Back of The Hermit
“Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing energy from the idea themselves.”
– Ray Bradbury
For the first time in six months I’ve had a huge burst of energy. Unfortunately, it happened at midnight. And I have to write something like that for the first time in six months I had energy.Read More
10 Things I would do if I won Powerball
So tonight I’m going to Detroit to buy tickets for the Powerball.
The longshot at winning the lottery is extravagant, but that doesn’t stop an active imagination from going crazy.Read More