It’s the end of the beginning

It’s the end of the beginning

The well of content has dried up. You must have started reading this blog presuming I was drawing ideas from an enriched jungle of creativity. You must have imagined colorful and lush thickets of concepts. You must have thought there’d be leafy, viney schemes worming their way through my psyche, bursting through my creative mind to latch themselves onto multitudes of blog posts. Well… you were wrong. Super, extra wrong. The reality is that all these thoughts have come from…

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It takes a village, Ya’ll.

It takes a village, Ya’ll.

Well, devoted fan. You haven’t heard from me in a while. It might be reasonable for you to assume that the cause for that is me lying in bed in a near comatose state, overdosed on Cheetos and french fries, my fingers unable to type due to a state of enlargement so severe it severs functionality. Not a totally unreasonable assumption, given my previous health trajectory, but fortunately incorrect. I actually come bearing good news. About 16 lbs of good…

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At least I didn’t get dysentery.

At least I didn’t get dysentery.

Well, Folks. I fell off the wagon. Once again I stumbled down the dark, but convenient, path of fast food and non-activity. I kept telling myself I’d write a new post once I got back on the trail, but that continued to not happen, so I didn’t write anything. I did try, though, for the record. I bought a gym membership! Weeee! And then haven’t used it for 2 months. Boooo… But I started frisbee again! Yaaay! Aaand then I re-injured my…

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Bonus Footage

Bonus Footage

Remember that time I hurt my back and the terrible being whom some people refer to as my “father” filmed me attempting to ascend the stairs? Well, he found the video. It’s best to listen with sound so you can hear the dumb commentary supplied by my father.

Length can compensate for content, right?

Length can compensate for content, right?

Isn’t weird how you can forget the smell of something until you re-encounter it and go, “Oh yeah! This is the smell of this thing!” That was me walking off the plane after touchdown. I stepped out the door and thought “Hey! It smells like Korea here!” Which is fitting… as that’s where I was. It was just odd because I had forgotten that the country even had a smell and I certainly can’t recall what it is now that I’ve left. Some…

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