I want my word back
When I started this here blog, way back in The Year of Our WTF 2006, it had a different name. It worked until I was tired of seeing the word never in the title. Too negative, it wore on me, …
Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya
Usually on New Year’s Eve Day I’m nostalgic for the year about to end, remembering the good days and hoping I’d done right by my time on the earth. Not yesterday. Much like 2011, 2023 can fuck right off and …
Another year, another word…or three
A Word of the Year is a linguistic longterm relationship. Choose wisely.
Recombobulation
I love the idea of the Recombobulation Station, a place to pause, breathe, and put things to rights.
Shoo fly don’t bother me
So with a slight whimper I sigh, lift my paper bag of banana peels high, and once more into the breach go I.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Writing makes me happy and I’m happy to welcome it back into my life.
On the first day
It was Thanksgiving before I had a chance to take a deep breath and realize just why things felt so out of control. Because they were out of control. 2021 was a bad year for so, so many and The …
Maybe you can go home again
A 24 hour wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am (aside: that’s a horrible phrase, WTF) college visit to my alma mater behind us, I’m exhausted. Jack liked the campus, liked the program to which he’d been admitted, even liked the older than dirt dorms. To …