Because Choosy People Choose Not To Do It

There are a lot of unsung heroes in this world, but those who clean out old peanut butter jars should at least get a limerick now and then.

Not Always An Easy Task

Friends and family, among other things, are there to love you, accept you as who you are, and to, when necessary, call you out on your B.S.

You can always tell your true friends and family because they’re the one’s trying not to enjoy that last one TOO much.

I’m Still Behind The Curve On Other Improvements, But They’re Happening Too

Well . . . it’s happening slowly, but it is happening.

I’m getting better at goofing off.

The Ultimate Answer Might Actually BE 42 In This Case

How many times must I need to rest,
before I actually rest?

(Apparently not only am I still thinking in verse, according to how I'm feeling today, I haven't been pacing myself very well either, so I'm off to change that.)

Grim Thoughts For A Grim Day

Today I briefly got into a conversation with L’s Mother about people trying to characterize the various “Generations.” Now while I fully understand that growing up in different times and conditions has an effect on people (For instance, my grandmother used to wash and reuse aluminum foil until it fell apart long after there was any real need to do so anymore.), for the most I find the generational label just that . . . a label, and just another divisive one to boot.

If you want to characterize a generation, any generation, I can do it in one word:

Disappointed.

I’m Starting To Think I’m Unreasonable On That Point

One constant about myself that I’ve noticed over the years is that no matter what I’m trying to recover from, every day I haven’t recovered yet I have some variation of the thought, “Shouldn’t I have been over this yesterday?”

I’m Trying To Rest Today . . . And Failing

For what it’s worth, the day is less gloomy today and so am I, so here’s a more “neutral” thought for today:

When did I get so bad at goofing off? I used to be really, really good at it!

Okay, That’s An Exaggeration, But I Still Don’t Like Mirrors

I’ve been telling people for years that I don’t like what I see when I look in the mirror, and after years of people telling me that’s silly, I finally realized they can’t see Bloody Mary like I can . . .

My Son’s Old Enough Now That I Can Make These Kind Of Jokes Again

I’ve definitely noticed that over the years it has become more acceptable for people to swear. That’s a f****** shame. People should spend more time learning to f****** express themselves better.

That Was Fair (And Funny)

I think it’s time for you to shut the “L” up now on that joke.

– My son, L, after me telling one too many “L” jokes the other day