There’s Something Better Than Crushed Ice?

Yes, they occur naturally, and instead of ice pellets they should be called "God's free candy." But, seriously, don't eat them from the ground. You'll get worms.

I usually try to tackle heavy subjects like fear, depression, loss, anger and shame.

Tonight, however, I’d like to go deeper.

I was talking to a friend recently about my theory that people who click the “non-crushed” ice button on their refrigerators have horrible self-esteem. First off, if you don’t like chewing on ice you’ve obviously never chewed on ice. It’s delectable. It’s not subjective, as ice has no flavor. And you like chewing, right? You do it all day. Now, you might not like chewing on canned tuna or Whoppers (both are terrible), but even if you do, I can’t use that to judge your psychological well-being. I believe you just have shitty taste and your buds are really whacked out of alignment. But you’re not nuts, necessarily. READ MORE

I’m Going To Do It But I’m Not Going To Do It

I can't fathom what this is about, but I feel that it probably falls into the "gigantic waste of time" bucket.

Yesterday I almost didn’t go to my support group meeting.

Now, this isn’t really a support group in the traditional sense. We’re not a bunch of divorcees (well, a few of us are) trying to get closure, or boozebags (well, some of us are) learning the steps to recovery. We don’t hold hands and there are no prayers. It’s actually called “The Experiment” and it is run by all of us to help process our shit that we carry. It’s very heavy, emotional and real. READ MORE

Billboards Are Depressing and BRIGHT

The dog is smart. She faces away.

I’m currently staring at Norm MacDonald’s face.

I’m fortunate enough to live directly across from a beautiful billboard. And, oh yeah, I paid more that the other units to be on the top floor where it’s at eye level. When I go to sell this place, remind me to only show it during the day. READ MORE

My Head Is Very Important To Me

Hey, for all you that think I'm pale, look at how much more color I have than my t-shirt. Uh... actually, scratch that.

I nearly died today.

Okay – that’s a little dramatic. No, it’s actually very dramatic.

But I did almost injure myself.

I was getting ready for work which entails me putting on my workout clothes, packing my business suit in the pannier, strapping it to the bike, grabbing my dog, putting her sweater on and placing her in the dog backpack, loading the backpack on my back, setting my phone in the armband holder, tightening the seal on my earbuds, and donning the bike helmet and sunglasses. It’s a whole thing. READ MORE

Let’s Talk Bacon

If the rest of my skull gets that shiny, I'll make a terrible bald dude.

Bacon is the most delicious food on the planet, but causes mild hallucinations.

I woke up on Sunday and tried to figure out what to do with my day. Should I break my eighteen year streak of not making church service? As a true competitor I have a record to maintain. Look, it’s true that when I get to church (read: going to somebody’s wedding) I do feel better. But you know what also makes me feel better?  Meet the Press  and an omelette. READ MORE

Cleaning – Let’s Get Fixed

Let's Get Fixed

Last Sunday a bunch of us committed to scheduling social events.

Time to check in to see how badly you failed! Or succeeded. Whatever.

And we’re going to set a new goal – so if you’re new to the site, get ready to become more awesome.

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Anger Started This Blog

New card - front

For the past year (abouts) I’ve been blogging regularly. I’d like to talk about what has changed for me. Please indulge.

This time last year I attended a party thrown by my friend for his girlfriend Kelly. She’s an actress and was heading off to NYC to try to do the professional acting thing. Her plan was to give it a year. I wrote about anger yesterday  and it reminded me that at that party I felt a low-level anger toward Kelly. READ MORE

Anger Can Be A Real Hoot!

I looked like this guy except I have hair and less defined pectoral muscles.

I came home seething mad.

The whole bike ride from work I could feel something powerful. A slow warmth seemed to spread the faster I pedaled. I was listening to my regular music and podcasts and nothing obvious was instigating this sensation. Ironically, the harder I pushed myself on the bike path the more intense the warmth became. This surge of powerful energy kept rising. I didn’t think much about it, as I notice some version of this on most Fridays. I was forward thinking to the burrito I would purchase and the Doctor Who I was going to watch. These are exciting thoughts to me. But this time the energy was more intense than usual. READ MORE

I Wrote What YOU Told Me – Part V

Once again, I have nothing today. So, I turned it over, like the boozehounds in AA, to a higher power. You.

100% disagree. Surrender is power. Now, I don’t think you should surrender all the time. Like fighting wars and dealing with bullies. But admitting defeat can be liberating. I own that I am terrible at cleaning my toilets. I surrender to the filth that is in there and resurfaces every six days. I surrender to the cleaning lady I’m going to hire to fix that issue for me. I also surrender to the song  Surrender  by Cheap Trick. It’s boss. READ MORE