Yours for Just Three Easy Installments of $19.99!
I had a dog for a while. Actually, I had a dog for a while 3 times. I’m not a dog person, though I always… Read More »Yours for Just Three Easy Installments of $19.99!
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Shiplap and Good Intentions
Gather ’round as I regale you with stories of paving roads… As I sat one day watching HGTV (before you jump to any conclusions, I… Read More »Shiplap and Good Intentions
Wait. What does that even meaning?
Super Bowl XLSIKFIII occurred this past Sunday. (For those of you unfamiliar with this event, just picture the World Men’s Curling Championship, but with a few more… Read More »Wait. What does that even meaning?
Post, Virate, Repeat
I just finished demolishing an ottoman. Just reaffirming my manliness. I was going to say I just finished disassembling an ottoman, but that sounds like I used my brain. I was just out there smacking stuff with a hammer. I smell like man.
Ah, Home Crap Home
It’s been a while since I have graced the pages of another blog, much to the disappointment of at least 13 people. In fact, I have had literally 2 requests that I return to the pages of the internet (they have it on computers now). You can only ignore such demands so long (“Hey Rob. You haven’t blogged in a while.” I get it. You need me).
The Cure for the Sickness of El Dorado
The beginning of success is the realization that El Dorado has not, does not, will not ever exist except as dark and perverted fantasies posing as glamorous legends — the acceptance that there are no shortcuts, that nothing worthwhile comes quick and easy.
Tonight….I Celebrate My Love
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately getting myself ready for Valentine’s Day. Nothing out of the ordinary–picking out my favorite outfit, manscaping, honing my Rick Astley (that sounds dirty fella)–you know, dude stuff. I like Valentine’s Day. Of course I like it. What’s not to like? There’s candy, love, flowers, this:
We Wish You A Merry Aerosmith!
It wouldn’t be the Christmas season if the stores were and hooter than they HOTTER than they are. It’s finally Christmas; the time of year when we care a little more; the time of year when we are a little more giving; the time of year when we can watch Chevy Chase and not feel dumber for it. And so, in honor of the season, I spent an evening pondering the true meaning of Christmas, warming myself by the fire with a warm cup of hot cocoa…
um…i think i’m going to take my pants off
There are rare moments in life when you hear, read, or see something something truly poignant; something that shifts your worldview perhaps providing renewed purpose. For many (if not most) of us, one such moment occurred in 1987:
The great peanut butter debacle of 1985
It’s that time of year again. Kids are returning to school, the temperature’s dropping, and presidential campaign’s heating up. My daughter is going to school… Read More »The great peanut butter debacle of 1985