Mel Brooks is gonna write and EP History of the World, Part II. Goddamn, I’m torn. I loved the original. Before I realized just how un-PC it is/was. In spite of that. I mean. Maybe we’ll get more Hitler On Ice. And I hate to be the one to say it, but his best days…

I have a spot on my lung. Been there a couple of years. Hasn’t done anything. No growth. Doctor tells me everything is good. Except for that damned spot. I get scanned every December. Always take an evening appointment. You’re there and done within 20 minutes. Chances are I’ll get the same call this year.…

This, today, is what I hate about fall. Not the rain. No it’s nice. The rolling thunder and sound of a downpour last night was amazing. It’s. Time to put away the cargo shorts and sigh wear pants. When the weather starts to turn, and the cool temperatures aren’t just reserved for evening. There’s always…

I feel like. I know. My blog can be tough to read sometimes. I am a complicated human. But I’m not broken. There’s a few parts that could use servicing. And I’ve since lost that new car smell. But I get good mileage on the highways. I’m saying. I’m trying to say. You take the…

So the lower plate is wedged in extremely tight. So much so, I can’t get them loose. I am now real-time blogging my anxiety attack. Freaked out. Exhausted. Ashamed. Those are just the first three emotions I’m feeling. This is more embarrassing than anything else. But the anxiety’s been there since the last time I…

I don’t have news. Nope. None. Why are you looking at me like that? I’m serious. There’s nothing to tell. If I had something to say, it’d be written down here. That’s how this goes. But I have no news to tell. You’re not gonna care that I’m waiting on a call back from the…

I had a truly lascivious story treatment for The Goldbergs. It was set in their possible future; after being married for a few years, Erica tells Geoff she wants to open up the marriage. And Geoff, milquetoast that he is, agrees to it only he’s a bigger hit in the swinger community than Erica is.…

There’s a guy just off to the side of an open manhole cover. He’s jumping up and down, repeating “fifty-four today, fifty-four today, fifty-four today”. A guy, let’s call him Paul, walks up to the dude. Ask what’s going on? “fifty-four today, fifty-four today.” Arms are gesticulating towards the man-made hole. Curious, I, I mean,…

In my 54 years, I’d never been to a tombstone unveiling. I’ve been to many funerals. But I don’t think Catholics, of which I am recovering, did such a thing. And we, as a family, never did spontaneously hop into the car and drive to Mount Pleasant cemetery. Not with me, at least. The funerals?…

We’re listening to John Denver tonight. (Quick aside, I nearly wrote ‘Bob Denver’. Gilligan’s Greatest Hits. I’d have bought it.) We’re listening to John Denver tonight. My wife’s idea/choice. I know every song. And it takes me back to my childhood home. Which is funny, because I’d been thinking about the old homestead earlier in…