Dreaming

I really need to blog more often. My writing’s going to get rusty otherwise. I had been meaning to write about dreams for a while now. Before Stinky Pete happened, I loved dreaming. And not to brag, but I was good at it. I had the ability to turn almost any...

Busy, busy, busy.

Good gracious, has it been a while, or what? That was rhetorical. Of course it’s been a while, it’s been very nearly two whole months since I’ve last written anything here. This is simply unacceptable. However, it’s not like I haven’t...

Being Short

As much as I hate to admit it, there are some perks to being a short guy. From the view of someone on a diet, the children’s menu has smaller portions, so restaurants are unwittingly simplifying your issues with not knowing when to say when. From a...

Books: The Quandry

Today (well, yesterday) I had the privilege of visiting my semi-local Barnes & Noble, my personal favorite based solely on the fact that it’s the only sizable bookstore in my area. My mother and sister had decided to visit the Bed, Bath & Beyond next...

Good news, everyone!

I don’t have a cancer-worm in my head! This is not to say, mind you, that there isn’t a tumor. There is an evil golf-ball sized-ish sumnin-sumnin all up in my brain-space (more accurately, all up in my brain, period) that’s jacking up my swag, BUT it...