I burnt the mac & cheese tonight. Not the stuff you throw at Barenaked Ladies. The PC White Cheddar. Cheddd-ahhhhhrrrr. You have village? And I forgot to turn on my phone after charging it so I’d hear the call and let my wife into the building after walking our dog. It’s October 23rd. I’m gonna…

I’ll go a step farther. I say Professor Xavier is a predator. Let’s take a deep dive: (Yes, this was very well thought out, and was inspired by a random thought while I was using the restroom. And it wouldn’t leave my brain until I wrote it out. You’re welcome.)

The blurb I wrote for this picture from last year’s trek to the Canadian National Exhibition made me laugh. Kelly and I have been friends since what, the mid ’90s? We met at Big City Improv; I mentored her as she learned to call improv scenes from the lighting box. We’d trade scripts-in-progress for feedback.…

Every morning — basically when you wake up — Murphy will get in your face and DEMAND breakfast. Give each of them a ‘good handful’ of kibble from the beige/opaque container. They usually ask for a snack around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, but you’re gonna be at work. They will go viral on…

A visit to a neurologist this morning concluded the following: So I have that to look forward to.

I fell pretty hard last night. I didn’t slip off the bed or anything. But the weight of it all. It’s getting worse. The tell tale sign is a heaviness in my chest. Breathing gets harder. And there’s the brain fog and, sometimes, tears. Nothing dramatic. Just welling up. My SSRIs won’t let me commit.…

Let me tell you a story. Oh wait. I can’t. I started to. Came out of nowhere, and I could hear it so well. The Intermediary. Gravitas behind that name. It was all there. Vivid. Then I derailed it. Because outside ideas started smashing against my words. Maybe it’ll come back? Took six months to…

Couple of years ago, I wrote a Facebook post (semi-) jokingly comparing the United States to Margaret Atwood’s novel, The Handmaid’s Tale. A friend (rightly) called me on it, and I rescinded with an apology. In April, I posted it again. This time in all seriousness. Because America (my opinion only; I’m not attaching anyone…

I think the month of April is cursed for me. Especially this day/week. Last year, 10 years ago (landlord problems),13 years ago (pancreatitis). I’m not passing the blame here. I mean, shit, I pushed myself over the last two weeks — especially the last 8 days — to complete a contract (which still isn’t done;…

Of course politicians lie. Otherwise, we wouldn’t vote for them. Me, a few minutes ago. But someone must’ve said this before. (Let it be known: I have an endgame with this post. I just don’t know how I’m gonna get there. And a theme will emerge. I think. If you aren’t interested, you’re more than…