Tonight’s a wacky one; be warned, I bounce around tone-wise.
I begin with the sad news that my cat Chloe has cancer, then give further thoughts on Hurricane Harvey, Kevin, and Louis CK. After that, I switch gears and talk about the 70’s baby book , “Where did I come from?” and then attack morons who think they are entitled to getting autographs from underage celebrities.
As my son comes into this world, my cat prepares to go out. Needless to say, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.
Tonight, I spend the first 15 minutes explaining how to get rid of annoying people who mistake your polite smile for life-long friendship. Then, I ramble a bit about the end of an era. After that, I answer some wacky Quora questions. I also have some fun with people who look like the tattoo monster puked all over them. Enjoy!
Good evening! Tonight, I ramble from a boys trip in Sin City (last one before I hunker down with the SNGal and commence, “Operation Nesting,” for the arrival of our son) of how you should actually hope for difficulty in life, in relationships, and in life. Enjoy!
Good evening! I’m back, and tonight, I discuss (among other things) why everyone needs to not just go to the Grand Canyon some day, but hike rim to rim at least once in their lives. It doesn’t cure all of your emotional ills, but it certainly does do damage to the demons in your heart. Enjoy!
Tonight, I’m going deep on my failures of being a raging coward. Granted, I am completely ignoring the times that I was Sade’s Sweetest Taboo, but such is the life of someone still struggling with self-loathing. At least you might get something out of it.
Life happens, and the last 3rd (or so) is about the recent Joss Whedon cluster-f from his ex-wife. I have a more nuanced position the most, at least I’d like to think so.