Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Breakfast with Glenn and Steve - A New Hope


The booths in The Good Egg are lacquered hard wood without cushions or covers.  The tabletops are Formica edged with brushed metal.  Plastic salt and pepper shakers flank a bowl of creamers and a small, rectangular plastic container with disheveled white, yellow, pink and blue packets of sweeteners sits on every table.  The walls are dotted with watercolor seascapes featuring lighthouses or ships under sail.  Three friends occupy a booth near the back.  They consider their menus as their fresh coffee cools in large ceramic mugs.


Monday, August 6, 2012

Living the Dream


Injuries will have an impact. Replacement refs will blow a call. Prima donnas will melt down. The NFL celebrates parity and I’m sure Roger Goodell had a party in his pants when a 9-7-0 team won the Super Bowl. What happens at the dance is unpredictable but who goes to the dance – the starting QB and the head cheerleader, the nerd who secretly has the dope dance moves and his ugly duckling girlfriend who turns out to be Emma Stone – isn’t that hard to predict, is it?



Sunday, August 5, 2012

Fight Club

The first rule of Fight Club is, Don’t Talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is, Don’t Talk about Fight Club. The third rule of Fight Club is, Take a Lap, Son.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Can We Really Make God Feel Sad?

I’m generally suspicious of people who say they know what God is thinking. Mostly because I’m an atheist and so what I think is, “Oh, you have an imaginary friend named Yahweh who tells you what to do. That pretty much ticks all the boxes on the crazy questionnaire, doesn’t it?”

Sunday, July 29, 2012

What What What

Am I back where I belong? Where have I been? Really, who cares? It is what it is. Anyway. Finally. Football. Full pads football. Now is the Summer of Gronk made glorious autumn by this Coach of Belichick.  It’s all going to be all right after all.






Sunday, July 22, 2012

Commercials Brainwash

Okay, it's been a while. Between tapdancing for the man (day job) and wrestling with my laptop (if there's a computer version of narcolepsy, my machine apparently has it) I haven't been very productive in a right-brain sense lately. Enter my beloved daughter Rachael with some fresh content...

It is 2012and I am twenty-one years old. This will be the first time I will be able to vote for who I think should be running the country and be a part of the government. And up until a little while ago I have to say that there was onlyone person that had my complete confidence. Sadly I have to tell that now I am not so impressed.