Jul 21


We Were

Drunk on NYC
And with a flash she was gone
Summer is over.

Jul 9

After buying a mandolin on six cups of coffee and a whim this past weekend, I rediscovered this song, which was a huge hit in my youth that I’d completely forgotten about. It’s the kind of song that pretty much everyone can relate to, especially once you realize it has absolutely nothing to do with religion, except the kind that centers around another person, to the exclusion of sense and reason.

Or more accurately, it’s about losing your values and ideals by obsessing about another person. I kind of wish I’d paid enough attention to figure that out as a kid, because I was an embarrassingly hopeless romantic. It would have saved teenage me a ton of heartache and drama.

But in hindsight, taking an ass-kicking, literal or emotional, is sometimes the best learning method.


Jul 8

It’s rarely pleasant to be woken up unexpectedly, but once confusion and cobwebs are shaken out, you have to make sure you get as much accomplished as possible before you eventually fall back asleep.

Jul 6

Driving through NYC, I caught myself absently thinking “huh, there sure are a lot of NPCs here”.

That’s right, folks: put me behind the wheel and my subconscious apparently thinks I’m the only Player Character in a driving simulator. 

Jul 4


Everyone’s life makes noise, but occasionally you cross paths with someone whose life makes music. 

The older you get, the easier it is to let everything that’s really important get lost in the background noise that comes with living: the intensity of friendships, the urgency of emotions, the daily dramas, all seem to fade out over time.  Fortunately, all it takes is a good song to break through and help you reconnect with what matters. I seem to have forgotten this until recently.

You can’t record, download, or save people; you only get to listen to their music for the short time they’re around you making it.

Jun 21

Apparently it’s illegal to camp on Walden Pond. I don’t have the words. 

May 11

It’s not the first time this has happened, but it’s definitely the most ironic. A few years ago, in a fit of frustration at stupid crap being posted on Facebook, I created the following image, from clip art I found on Google images:

if you need the threat of eternal torture in order to be a good person, you're not a good person

Today, I find the thing popping up in my news feed, with 30k shares including the one that brought it to my attention, off a Facebook page about paganism. The image quality was so degraded that they apparently didn’t notice the fake URL at the bottom, which reads:

“Seriously Dude This Isnt The Bronze Age We Have Science And Computers And Shit.com”

So much irony I wouldn’t be surprised if I got a nosebleed.


Sep 12


You know, if the President just came right out and said “yeah, that stuff about chemical weapons and humanitarian aid was all BS; we’re interested in deposing Assad in order to ensure Russia doesn’t have a monopoly on oil sales to Europe”, I’m pretty sure the American people wouldn’t be as quick to roll their eyes at this whole ‪#‎Syria‬ thing.

But given the last 10 years, I don’t think anyone’s buying the narrative that America is a real-life Justice League, and with more and more people turning to the Internet instead of traditional outlets for their information, treating the public like a bunch of kids sitting around a TV on Saturday morning isn’t going to be an option much longer.

The Internet has made it much harder to wag the dog, but that apparently doesn’t stop the ass-end from trying. (Conversely, any wonder why Internet freedom is under attack from all directions right now?)

Originally posted on Facebook here

Jul 21

…part American Pit Bull Terrier, part Prehistoric Alligator from the Cretaceous period.


Here she is, trying to eat my foam roller:


and a Chinese vase…


and a wrought-iron end table…


(All of these pictures were taken within the space a few minutes…)

I wanted to name her “Lady Planetwrecker, Princess of Destruction”, but my wife explicitly stated “none of that nerdy crap”, so she named her “Honey”.

When I mentioned my naming choice on Bullshido, this was posted:


All hail Lady Planetwrecker, and look for her upcoming biography, “Fuck Your Sneakers – My First Few Weeks in the Fletcher Household”.


Jun 25


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