These are posts that will go in the blog, under the slider
If you’re not familiar with my series “Paris-Ochial,” these are tales of my time at a Catholic high school as a Protestant.
Recently I was turned on to a great NPR podcast. It’s called On Being with Krista Trippett, and, not unlike all the other awesomeness that is NPR, it’s a deeper discussion into such things like race, social reform, and anything else that matters.
Ever once in awhile I get super depressed.
Not “hide the razorblades” depressed, but more “eat too much, watch an Office rerun and pig out on LifeSavers” depressed.
I’m bummed about finances.
Thankfully I’m not a debt person – I mean I pay a mortgage, but no other obligations. I have to write the government a big tax check by December 31st because I incorporated to save on taxes. The crappy part is that I now have to pay by December 31st instead of next April like the rest of you.
Last night I wrote the greatest episode of Workaholics ever.
I was dreaming, mind you, but I swear it really was fantastic. In my dreams I have the ability to judge quality as it pertains to the waking world. Had it been crap, I would be telling you that I wrote a crappy episode of Workaholics. But I didn’t. It was great.
Watch below…
People who write comedy often spin the negative of a tradionally positive event to make easy jokes.
For example if I had titled this post “The Best Thing About Christmas,” it might be sweet but it certainly wouldn’t be funny.
It’s hard to find humor in harmony and beauty. Let’s try one now.
I’d like to get serious for a moment. For reals, yo.
The cause of much of my suffering is the illusion that I am different from you.
We are all different. We’re not all the same. You have certain abilities and I have others. Different.
It’s another end of the week recap at ThoughtsFromParis. If you notice, there’s a brand new logo above, and I like it. I also did some of the design, and while I’m no artist, I’ve seen worse.
My Holiday Card Giving / Receiving Ratio Sucks!
I’m not traditionally a man’s man. I’m not effeminate, either.
My condo is usually less than perfectly clean, I don’t spend more than 30 seconds on my hair (brushes and combs are lame), and once a week I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.
Okay, first thank you to everyone that suggested new taglines.
As you can see above I chose the one that I used on my sidebar “About D.J.” Which is now different.
If you don’t see it, do this nifty trick on your computer. Hold down Ctrl and hit F5.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
