And Not For The First Time

Regarding yesterday’s post, I just wanted to clarify that while I’m in no way above setting up for a joke, I like to make it clear upfront when I’m doing so. What I posted yesterday actually happened the way I wrote it. I was feeling a tad maudlin and staring at what I had written knowing that the post needed something, when my son came in and provided it.

I Get Credit For That, Right?

Some days I wonder which is going to be harder, for my son to forgive me for the mistakes I make as a father, or for me to forgive myself.

Then, like just now (no joke), he interrupts me to ask if I can clean up the mess the dog made because he doesn’t want to touch it, and I do stop and clean it up because that is part of my current duties as a father.

Maybe That’s Why I Don’t Like The Phrase

I’m not a big fan of the phrase, but I’ve always appreciated the intent behind the idea of “taking a mental health day,” so today I woke up and decided that’s exactly what I needed to do.

Then I thought, “Shouldn’t every day, whenever possible, be a mental health day?”

A Brief Silence

Silence, and a candle for all those people in your life you were once close to and now . . . for one reason or another, you’re not anymore.

It’s Just The Way I Am

Given my love of performance magic, my admiration for a clever con, and my scorn for politicians, the more someone explains to me how “reasonable” something is, the more suspicious I get.

Then I Realized The Latter Would Probably Be A More Interesting Read

Just now I saw an ad promising to reveal the secrets of “alchemy and mysticism,” but for one moment I read that as revealing the secrets of “alcohol and mysticism.”

We’ve Got Someone On The Way To See What Can Be Done About This

So apparently it’s possible for an iguana to get themselves stuck in a chain-link fence . . .

And, No, I Didn’t Do This Myself, But Apparently It’s A Remarkably Common Accident

Pro-tip of the day: While technically it accomplishes the goal of “not splashing the boiling water” when you place your fingers in the water along with the hot dogs . . .

You know what, I don’t think I need to finish this. You get the idea, right?

Would You Believe That **** Stands For “Help” In This Case? Yeah, Neither Would I

Today is one of those days that I just woke up with a song in my heart.

Unfortunately that song is “Go **** yourself!” set to music.

Because Their Risk Is MY Risk Too

While it is, of course, more than possible to be overly selfish, there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with keeping your own well being in mind. For instance, I don’t know about you, but I know that *I* am perfectly okay with any pilot on any airplane I’m on being aware if they are not healthy enough – mentally, physically or emotionally – to fly the plane that day.