A Two-bit Idea

She didn’t just burst my bubble, she stiletto-stomped it. She exorcized my entrepreneurial spirit. She creamed my corn. She superglued my pie hole.

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WTF Friday #45

Real Products: Feeling unprepared for the imminent zombie apocalypse?  Well, a company called Harcos Labs has got your back.  For only $6.77, you can feast on zombie jerky.  The company also sells zombie blood, and dried zombie skin.  Evidently, they … Continue reading

Say What?

As you may or may not know, I’m re-entering the dating game after a quarter century hiatus.  This may seem like a long time, but . . . oh hell, who am I kidding, it is a long time.  But … Continue reading

Multiple Offenses

Several months ago, I wrote a post for Becca about one of her deepest, darkest secrets: how she superglued a cabinet handle in the bathroom of a house she sold, and then failed to inform the buyers about it. Yes, … Continue reading

Love is a Drug

Once again, Becca asked me to write a Sunday post for her.  After checking to make sure my brandy bottle was at least half full, I reluctantly agreed.  One of the most brutal parts about writing a post for Becca … Continue reading


Not only must we refrain from pinching bottoms, or calling a girl “cupcake”, but now we have to float through cyberspace as though it were a minefield.

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A Little Help from My Friend

In light of my recent legal separation, I figured it was time to get back in the dating game.  I should have suspected that 24 years of monogamy might have dulled my instincts a little, but how was I to … Continue reading

Talking Becca Down From the Delete Key

Other times I feel like a hostage negotiator, or perhaps a suicide counselor. Imagine this scene: the top of a skyscraper, late at night, a lone figure standing at the edge of the ledge, silhouetted…

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The Sins of Becca

You may not know it, but Becca is a walking confessional: it seems that no matter where she is, people feel compelled to tell her their secrets and unburden themselves.  She engenders a kind of automatic trust that way.  I … Continue reading