George Carlin and Cinnamon Whores

Let's get one thing straight: I am a whore for cinnamon. Not a literal whore. Chill out. But I do love cinnamon flavored anything. Cinnamon ice cream. Cinnamon coffee. Cinnamon Coca Cola is one of my favorite things of all time. What I am not a whore for is Oreos. I dislike Oreos, a great … Continue reading George Carlin and Cinnamon Whores

New Notebooks and Old Friends

Visited with my sister-in-law and her munchkin tonight. We've sort of lost track of one another, only to recently reconnect at her daughter's birthday party a couple of months ago. We we're married to brothers. We've been to a lot of the same emotionally eviscerating places. It was really good to see her, and her … Continue reading New Notebooks and Old Friends

Demonizing Knowledge and a Good, Old-Fashioned Shunnin’

Eureka! Finally! I finally figured out just what the hell it was about something my (ex) therapist told me that made it hit me so wrong. He used to tell me that I had what he called "smart person syndrome." I went to a little rift in the space-time continuum in Scandia called the Church … Continue reading Demonizing Knowledge and a Good, Old-Fashioned Shunnin’

Alessa Gillespie and Inner Children

Ughhhhhnnnnnn. I hate being forced to examine important shit in my own personality that is less than awesome. But here we are. Over the course of the past year I've been confronted with the fact that sometimes, when there are adverse experiences in one's lifespan, a person will cut off the neediest parts of themselves … Continue reading Alessa Gillespie and Inner Children

An Abandoned Applebees in Times Square and I Can Pretend to be Anything

I don't care if she's acting or not. This is me being interviewed by literally anyone. If I were a skinny Puerto Rican with a killer wardrobe, I'd be Aubrey Plaza. I can interview other people. I cannot be interviewed without becoming this. That line...I can't remember where it is in the interview but where … Continue reading An Abandoned Applebees in Times Square and I Can Pretend to be Anything