Moment 1: Homeless guy claiming to be Snake Sabo from Skid Row, within seconds of "introducing himself" to John, shares with him his regrets about having ten kids who have no use for him, and then wraps his arms around John for an unwashed, head-licey hug from One Rocker to Another. A bit of internet research the next morning revealed that the ( Read more... )

Recycling night in my neighborhood takes place every other Tuesday night. That is, of course, the time when all of our dutiful neighbors haul down their orange Orange County Recycling bins and leave them curbside for the county collectors to pick up the next morning ( Read more... )

So here are two things that I regret signing up for:

UPromiseMy student loan company pushed this at me relentlessly, even making me have to navigate past a page about it just to access my account information. The deal with UPromise is, if you buy certain products from certain companies, a percentage of what you paid for the product will be ( Read more... )

Today, I've never been more thankful for the Internet. Without it, I never would have known that, according to a loopy series of random Bible-based number crunching operations by the heretofore unknown to me 89 year old Professional Doomsday Prophesier Harold Camping, of the heretofore unknown to me Family Radio Network, the World Is Coming to an ( Read more... )

This weekend, Michelle and I went out to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant that I won't name, because it was a shitty experience and I'm going to say bad things about it. We brought Savannah, which is generally a safe bet given that she's usually reasonably well behaved for a one year old. Anyway, the theme of the dining expereince appeared to ( Read more... )

It's probably pretty obvious to most people who read the stuff I write up here, and definitely to those who know me personally, that I'm a pretty liberal, "live and let live" kind of guy. I have no use for bluster, and Patriotic Bluster has the same effect on me as Ipecac Syrup. I'd no sooner celebrate someone's violent death that I would ( Read more... )

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In honor of this past Easter Weekend, here's a little Easter story. I don't think I've written about this yet, although I'm surprised that I haven't ( Read more... )

Last week, after we were both in the clear from our memberships at the shitty gym described in this entry, Michelle and I went ahead and signed up for a different gym. And three days later (a.k.a. yesterday), I found out that they fired that fuckhead manager, who was the reason we quit in the first place ( Read more... )