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I’ve got four weeks to lose ten pounds.
My father on Easter Sunday, during brunch, asked me how much I weighed. I clock in at just a hair under 6’3″. I get away with a little extra weight as it evenly proportions on my body as it gains. Well, my metabolism has finally caught up with the rest of the bozos my age. I can get fat just like you.
I used to be wholly against the idea of sponsored posts.
When I was number one on Google for terms like “best blog” and “funny blogs” I was approached a lot by companies who wanted to sponsor my posts. Most were firms of ill repute and were peddling dildos and other items of adult nature. But still, it was an offer of free money. The problem is that they all required me to do something ridiculous like put a link to their product in the ad, or write about a topic which featured their items, etc. Stuff that I don’t approve of. I have integrity, yo!
One of my friends, named Hungry Joe, died about a year ago.
He was one of the most brilliant (maybe the) men I have ever met. I spent a considerable amount of time with him toward the end of his life. He was afflicted, most likely, with Aspergers. He had a difficult time communicating except through metaphor. For years (and I mean over a dozen), he slept on rooftops in Chicago without a real home. When my ex-wife asked him why he did that Joe said he was inspired by a character in a Dickens novel who did the same. Plus, he was broke.
D.J. talks about his time as a Protestant at a Catholic high school and how seeing Jesus on the cross really bums him out.
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I need YOU to determine the fate of the object in this video – tell me what to do, dammit!
As some of you know I’m on the board of Band Back Together, a fantastic not-for-profit organization that showcases stories of emotional distress, physical and psychological trauma, and surviving. It also celebrates the victories we have over adversary. If you’re not a regular reader I encourage you to check it out. I’m proud to be on staff.
Well, I’ve hardly moved in the past six months. Now it’s re-started.
I’m back on the bike-to-work routine. I put my suit and lunch in a pannier bag that is attached to my bicycle, and then strap my dog to my back. We jump on the lakefront trail and pedal ten miles to work. It’s not an easy commute. Beautiful, but not easy.
Mothers are supposed to have at least one expression designed to send you into a frenzy of anger and frustration. It’s their job.
Mine is the moment my mom walks through the door of my condo. Without exception, she mentions that she can smell cat pee all throughout the house.
The second episode of oSex with Karen and D.J. is live! oSex is a videocast where we Karen and I answer your relationship and sex questions. The “O†stands for “oppositeâ€! Get it? There’s two of us, right? And one of us is a lady? (it’s not me)
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
