Year: 2022

  • When do we decide if someone is batshit crazy?

    I know. That term is politically incorrect. And I am not applying it to those with true mental illnesses. I’m talking about those times when eccentricity goes a wee bit over the top. And stays there. You’ve doubtless met others who have decided to become eccentric, perhaps even the town eccentric, but it was clearly…

  • Random effluvia, No. 1,202

    I hate the taste of brushing your teeth after drinking orange juice. Even worse is an apple followed by a Pep-O-Mint Lifesaver. Don’t try this at home.

  • Terrible Ideas for Tattoos

    I’ve seen some terrible ideas for tattoos in my time. Hell, I’ve come up with some. But the public does it better. Homer Simpson bending over so the tat owner’s navel is his asshole. The Warner Bros. Tasmanian Devil holding a beer, with the caption, this bud’s for me (alternately with a joint). And I…

  • 24 Years Ago…

    I bought this domain. Yep. February 22, 1998. That means next year, my blog will be a quarter century old. One of the oldest on the planet. Crazy town. Thank you for sticking with me. I am going to be posting a lot more this year. But original stuff. Not the memes. Those can stay…

  • You can thank me later

  • You needed lungs of steel

    Remember this shit? I could never get a bubble bigger than 2” and it smelled like a Victorian turpentine factory. The bubbles were generally forest green with the faintest whisper of yellow. “Here, kids! It’s like lung cancer in a tube. Knock yourself out.” But don’t take my word for it. This shit was deadly.…