There’s something funny ’bout men. It’s also the thing that makes us so charming (or brutish, depending on how this trait plays itself out).
We’re stupid.
Now, all you women out there stop chuckling, this isn’t a validation of white wine-fueled “male bashing”, just a simple observation. We don’t “think”, we simply posses a catalog of ideas we assume to be correct, which we then aggressively seek to prove publicly. Continue reading Male Madness
New York’s never fun.
Not cuz’ New York’s not fun, it’s just because I always seem to be here on business, workin’ the rails, freelance, now consulting. Not like when I used to bum around with Todd. The Village never seemed magic, just cool. The right kind of cool. Art cool. Continue reading Kickin’ It On Wall Street
It’s 11:00 p.m., just got settled in from my day, it’s late for me, but I’m too cranked to let this moment pass.
So, I’m driving into work today. It’s 7:00 am on a freezing Monday morning, just running the drill. Same road, same destination.same-o same-o. I catch a fully lit fire engine in my peripheral vision, it’s coming off the ramp and slowing behind the yellow-orange “drivers assistance” vehicle that seems to be assisting no one. A momentary curiosity. Continue reading Omens, Best Intentions and Flat Tires
“Goddammit Greg, what have you done to my children!?!”
I’m paraphrasing, but in essence, these were the words that greeted me when I received the call from my dear sister Leslie. Evidently, there had been some nightmare screaming in terror, and subsequent adult soothing, for my nephews…apparently as the result of the werewolf stories I’d been pumping them with. Continue reading Werewolves: Teaching magic, or just scaring the hell out of my nephews?
(Special Rough Draft, Pre-Edit Version, please forgive errors)
I’m in hour 29 of a reverse sensory deprivation jag brought on by discount travel packages and short trips backward and forward in time and reason. I took flight from the desert at 12:00 am Nevada time, hitting DC at 7:30, and have somehow convinced myself the best way to regain my equilibrium is to force myself awake for 48-ish hours. My fear being that if I take a little nappy-pooh, my internal clock will spin horribly awry and I’ll have to take the beer cooler lock-down shift at 7-11 and I look bad in smocks. So I want to spill this tale while I’m still juiced on Vegas time and geist. Continue reading Vegas: Giant Clowns, Strange Vibes and Babes
Site Update! Just a quick note that the Commercial Work and Visual Creations sections have been populated, and that the rest of the site should be operational tomorrow (Thursday, March 28).
Beyond that, the job search continues and I’m looking forward to exploring some new opportunities in the coming week. The first draft of “Hard Knox” is really coming along, I’m stoked for how this is shaping up.
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