About to purchase a book from Amazon? Don’t. Do this instead.
I posted something similar to this (but with only 140 characters) on Twitter yesterday after doing almost exactly what I describe here. I suggest you do the same. About to…
Podcast launch is imminent. Ask your awkward, possibly inappropriate, socially unaware and cringe worthy questions now!
The equipment is sitting on the table, ready to go. The hosts (Elysha and I) are ready with lots to say. The producer is ready to… produce. Only a minor…
Dinner and dancing in the dining room
I’ve often said that my favorite thing in the world is to watch my wife dance, and this is still true. There is nothing I love more. But she has…
Possibly illogical and misplaced anger about non-disabled actors
Is it wrong for me to be annoyed, angered, even outraged at the idea of a non-wheelchair bound actor performing in a wheelchair bound role? I think it might be,…
This level of maturity is unacceptable.
Author Salman Rushdie tweeted the following on Sunday: I'm signing off Twitter for a while. Book to finish, etc. See you when it's done in a year or so. It…
We should constantly be looking to reinvent the wheel
“Why reinvent the wheel?” Whenever I hear this question (which is a lot), my response is always the same: “My wheel will be better.” “Why reinvent the wheel?” asks us…
Microsoft can even ruin the bra.
When it comes to my computer, I’m not an Apple guy. I don’t like to engage in long, heartfelt conversations about my laptop, which seems necessary if I were to…
Bill named the Bills.
Yesterday I wrote about the oddity of The Cleveland Browns name and their mascot (after my wife pointed it out to me). Today I highlight one more odd National Football…
My wife is right. A pantone chip would’ve been a better mascot for the Cleveland Browns.
The Patriots play the Cleveland Browns today. I mentioned this to my wife last night. She said, “The Browns? I’ve never heard of them. What a stupid name.” I was…
There’s no such thing as bunny vomit
I’ve just learned that rabbits can’t vomit. I haven’t vomited since a ride on the Music Express at Rocky Point Amusement Park in 1983. Maybe I’m a rabbit. Or maybe…
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