Today’s Blog Post

At first, you’re optimistic. Hey, you’ve written before. It’s nothing new. You even like it. This won’t be so bad. It’ll be over before you know it. The pep talk does nothing to cover up the fact that you know you have writer’s block. You don’t have a clue what to write about. Your hand…

It’s the Thought that Counts

My eldest son, an impossible clone of me with his mother’s eyes, the apple of my  eye, the one who’s been taught good manners since the day he was born, the one whose dearest dream [at present] is to grow up, enobled, to be Spider-man, Iron Man or [eyes agleam with wonder, he breaths the words reverently]…

Holidays are Extremely Biased …But Happy

Have a Happy Holiday, I said. I had purposely avoided saying Merry CHRISTmas because I’ve been told that I am somehow shoving my religion down everyone’s throat ever time I say Merry CHRISTmas. And far be it from me to play havoc with the mercurial beliefs of those weak-willed enough to convert based on a simple greeting. Honestly,…

Gnomes ala Warcraft – Funny!

I don’t usually just provide links to other sites, but this is just too funny: Gnomes Rock! 10 Reasons Why. Enjoy, —Sirius Knott

Hannah Montana & the Shortsighted Parents of Doom

When you work in the ticketing industry for a while, you get a sense of the ebb and flow of the business. Oh, at first, you’re overwhelmed, popping blood pressure pills like candy and clueless as a newborn babe. Yet all-too-soon, you find you can anticipate when the untimely call spike or torturous doldrums will…

My People are Fat People

“Where the fat people clothes at?” I yelled one day to the utter horror of all of the other Wal-Mart shoppers. Especially those in the section I was looking for. I’m fat. It’s true. And it’s a problem for some people. Now I’m not as fat as some people. I’m not even as fat as…

Yard sailing: How to Navigate the Treacherous Sea of Yard Sales

“YARD SALE!!!!!!!!!” With this single exclamation and an out-thrust finger, my wife has nearly caused quite a few wrecks and has engendered in me an acute fear of getting my eyeball poked out. She can’t help herself. It’s in her blood. And it’s in mine. I love a yard sale, whether you call it a…