That's all folks. Day 30. The last day of National Blog Writing Month, otherwise known as NaBloWriMo, or NanoPoblano if you are part of the coolest (hottest?) blogger group around, or as I like to call it - Blog Everyday No Matter What Month. It's been fun, though I am a little disappointed I didn't…
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a political rant
Who gets to decide how much you get paid to do the job you do? Generally speaking, your boss, or their boss, or the board of directors and CEO of the company you work for. In other words, the people you work for decide how much they are going to pay you. Sure, you can…
beauty never dies
Flowers die Paintings fade Sculptures crumble Youth ages Vistas get paved over Beauty is fleeting It's a good thing I'm ugly. ~ That isn't want I wanted to write. The idea in my head was about beauty being temporary, no matter where you find it. So why try? Why not just revel in the ugliness…
“in five years, the penis will be obsolete”
Titles come last. Pretty much every thing I write, I write the title last. The idea comes first. And then the writing. And then the title. If I'm working on a longer project, I might come up with a title in the middle somewhere, and throw it up at the top of the page. But…
decisions, decisions, delicious decisions
First, I think I already have a blog post with that same title. Second, I've been thinking of trying something new. I want to try applesauce, mixed with some raspberry jam. I think it might be good. I've even thought of adding honey to the mix. Doesn't that sound good? Maybe it's just me. At…
turkey day
Stuffing? Check. Cranberry sauce? Check. Turkey? No. Mash- wait, what? No. No? As in no turkey? Correct. But, it's turkey day. How can we not have any turkey? We have chicken pot pie. And you think chicken pot pie is an acceptable substitute for turkey? Sure. Why not? Sigh. Do we at least have pie?…
haiku for you: memories
Living in the past Dreaming of days gone away Can never go back Learn from your mistakes Remember what went wrong, not To blame, to improve Looking backwards, while moving forwards is a great way to crash and burn Without memories To guide our future actions We will never learn Thinking always of yesterday is…
the executioner
He appeared from nowhere. He did not know where he was, why he was there, or even who he was. He was wearing armor. He was carrying a large hammer. He didn't know why. The grass was green, the sun was shining. It was very pleasant. There was a colorful circle on the ground at…
imagination
Birds gather Then scatter Flying every which way They soar to new heights And see new places Or old places In a new way My thoughts gather Then scatter Every which way Sometimes they fly away, sometimes They soar to new heights Sometimes they fall flat, sometimes They take me to new places Or old…
memoirs of an unremarkable man 